Creak. Squeak. Knock knock. You'd hear Home try to communicate with you as you stood in front of Wally's armchair.

The room was dark, with the only source of light coming from Home's two windows. It's like something was dragging you towards it, wanting you to sit down. You could still hear happy talking of all the neighbors in the other room celebrating Homewarming, just behind you. What could go wrong?