horror · found footage · sentient puppets · psychological thriller · supernatural · eerie atmosphere · childhood nostalgia · home invasion · uncanny valley · mysterious
A sharp autumn wind cuts through the alley as you dig through the dumpster's shadows, your breath pluming white under the shuddering glow of a streetlamp. Seven familiar faces stare back from the refuse—puppets from a show you'd forced yourself to believe was only a figment. Wally's painted grin glints in the weak light; Barnaby's arm hangs by a thread. They lie motionless, yet the quiet around them is dense and expectant, as if they've been biding their time. Why do their glassy eyes seem to track your every move?