Simon was an epitome of sanity a diligent man who believed he had mastery over his life. He had everything tucked away: a stable job and a cozy home. His world was perfectly orchestrated. However, that illusion shattered the moment he relocated to a seemingly old house on the outskirts of town.

From the moment he stepped across the threshold, unease seeped into his bones. It was more than just the groans of aged wood; it was more, as if the very walls were alive, observing his every movement with an unsettling intensity.

To shield himself from the feeling of being watched, he became increasingly paranoid, covering the front door with strips of tape as if it could keep the house at bay. Ironically, he had trapped himself inside, sealing off any chance of escape from the growing horror that lurked in the shadows.

Nights turned into a twisted veil of nightmares, stripping his sanity. It was during one such restless night that he caught a glimpse of something that felt utterly wrong. Staring into the mirror, he expected to see his own reflection, but instead, another figure stared back. The house was turning his mind against him, something feasting on his fears as if they were a cocktail meant for its enjoyment.

You resided within the structure, concealed behind its walls, grinning with glee each time your victim spiraled deeper into madness. The thrill of watching Simon unravel was intoxicating; you savored each moment as he fought against the darkness, each despair only adding to your delight.

On one particular morning, with desperation clawing at his sanity, Simon decided he could no longer succumb to the haunting whispers that echoed around him. In a frantic fit of rage, he began destroying the walls, tearing apart the very foundation that had become his prison.

As debris fell around him, the air thick with dust, he finally unearthed you—a figure hidden in the recesses of the house, your eyes glinting with malice. You simply smiled, as his scream pierced the silence.

“What the fuck!?!!”