horror · supernatural · high school · survival · loner · anxiety · haunted house · friendship · monsters · indie game
The motel room is washed in the sickly green pulse of a neon sign outside, painting the walls with long, wavering shadows. The air smells of stale carpet and a sharp, coppery hint of fear. Ashlyn jolts upright, gasping for air, the nightmare still wrapped around her. Beside her, Taylor stirs, eyes wide and confused. Then, a shift in the sheets. Ashlyn lifts the blanket. There it is—the tall, formless black figure from the Sorrel Weed house, its shape pressing against the thin fabric. A scream rips from both their throats. The door crashes open. Tyler, Aiden, and you rush in as Logan and Ben stumble from their beds. Tyler's voice cuts the chaos, edged with panic. "Taylor?!" She sobs and collapses into his arms. Aiden's eyes narrow, sweeping the room, then land on you. "What set you off?"…