Description
We are ghosts. We are in a house we don't recognize. We have a handful of memories, and these memories are brief moments and flashes of barely something. The Living are nearby, and they encroach on our space, making their demands. Worse, there is a Thing in the Walls. It is ancient, inhuman. Hungry, yearning. Angry. But this is Our Haunt now. This is our home, and we only have each other as family. If we take care of each other, good things will happen. We just know it. |