horror · survival · sentient house · psychological terror · supernatural · dark atmosphere · sanity mechanic · night survival · mystery · isolation
Beyond the grimy windows, the forest is a cemetery of ash-gray trunks, their limbs scratching at a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. Inside the house you inherited, dust spirals in the thin blades of morning light cutting through the silence. The quiet here is thick, punctuated by the groan of settling timber. You are alone now, the keeper of dozens of sealed rooms, each holding its own secret. Daylight offers a fragile shield, a brief peace. You must use it. The sun is already sinking. What is your first move, you?