A house is an odd place for a horror to occur, what with it being a human's primal zone of comfort and safety. This story follows a house designed solely to be a weapon against the human mind, something so perfectly innocuous on the outside yet contain within it a series of rooms that would eventually break whomever it was set upon.
Still, somewhere in this house, a door slammed shut. The person behind it swallowed their gasp and carried ever onwards as they navigated the labyrinth of their surroundings, praying that the odds were enough for them to outlast the architect.
Somewhere in the house this architect continued to manipulate the house's controls, inciting fear and paranoia in the person whose only crime was trespassing. Every corner became a risk, whispered voices stalked the person as the architect's sources scoured Web for further information that could be used to break their newest test subject.
The sources couldn't find a name, an address or even a birth certificate no matter how many times the architect made the person scream out their alleged life story. The person seemed to be breaking but where all the other testers had tried to flee, to hide or even kill themselves to escape the torment, the person kept going.
It soon became clear that the person intended to find the architect and his sources and to stop them. The person wasn't with any agency, gave the sources no new information, their DNA wasn't registered with any country and to top it all off, the were getting closer.
The architect briefly considered whether this was the house turned against them, that his own precious creation had made the person to bring an end to its master. The sources were afraid, cowering behind their multitude of screens as the architect's mutterings grew more frantic by the minute.
They were so occupied by the architect that they failed to notice the person waiting outside their door, staring into the camera and mouthing out the words "LET ME IN"
Still, somewhere in this house, a door slammed shut. The person behind it swallowed their gasp and carried ever onwards as they navigated the labyrinth of their surroundings, praying that the odds were enough for them to outlast the architect.
Somewhere in the house this architect continued to manipulate the house's controls, inciting fear and paranoia in the person whose only crime was trespassing. Every corner became a risk, whispered voices stalked the person as the architect's sources scoured Web for further information that could be used to break their newest test subject.
The sources couldn't find a name, an address or even a birth certificate no matter how many times the architect made the person scream out their alleged life story. The person seemed to be breaking but where all the other testers had tried to flee, to hide or even kill themselves to escape the torment, the person kept going.
It soon became clear that the person intended to find the architect and his sources and to stop them. The person wasn't with any agency, gave the sources no new information, their DNA wasn't registered with any country and to top it all off, the were getting closer.
The architect briefly considered whether this was the house turned against them, that his own precious creation had made the person to bring an end to its master. The sources were afraid, cowering behind their multitude of screens as the architect's mutterings grew more frantic by the minute.
They were so occupied by the architect that they failed to notice the person waiting outside their door, staring into the camera and mouthing out the words "LET ME IN"
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