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You spring for the door and fall through between the cars, rushing wind and total, crushing darkness like a reversed flashbang to your senses as you dive for the next handle. You can hear a frantic whispering cacophany follow your fleeing footsteps, and wonder if the creature can bring itself to...

You call out to them. They seem different, somehow, something integral missing from their husk as they drift closer to you without much word. It's almost as if they're hanging from a hook, like a baited worm to a fish, and the wire is bringing them closer to you on an invisible current. Their...

You spot them, and something bittersweet crawls in your chest. You don't know their name, but you know the swoop of their shoulders and the callouses on their fingers. You know how their favorite food is apple pie, how they have an insatiable sweet tooth (but hate chocolate,) how they slouch to...

You turn. The horizon stretches on forever in a haze. Fog swallows your sight, hiding figures far away lying in wait. The trees become reaching hands with palms upturned to the sky in its breath. Every branch is finger splitting into fingers, gazing up to the endless nothing in hopes of...

And to the door you swiftly arrive. Moddhey Dhoo weaves in and out of trees, disappearing and reappearing like a shadow cast by a flickering candlelight. Their voice echoes about the tale, bone-like trees, gleeful and nonsensical as they spout more pedantic monologue about the wonders of...

OPTION: [1] Fuck it. You already signed all the waivers they gave you when you joined. Your insurance would be fine as hell if something happened here. All that matters is if you make it out in order to cash in all the checks you'll be receiving for this monumental task. You read carefully...

OPTION: [3] You listen closely to the sounds of the ghost town. All is quiet, save for the howl of the wind. A particularly cold gust coming from the mountain and sweeping through the village nearly knocks you off of your perch on your hill, and you get a strange whiff off... something sickly...

You grab your package and tuck it under an arm. You're surprised you haven't sustained any damage from the trip you seem to not remember taking, but the thing about Amazon is that it provides a strange, divine armor to its workers. You and some of your peers have discussed this and even explored...

You utter to Moddhey Dhoo that you are being followed. They nod their little shaggy head, tongue lolling out at wide and unseeing eyes squint in a human expression of glee. "Oh, your friend? I had thought that was your companion with us, but it seems the opposite! What joy, a new guest!" They...

Moddey Dhoo whines, this time truly like a dog, at your polite refusal to spend more time with them. But they move on quickly, and prance about the grass. "A shame! A shame, person-thing! I will show you to the other side, as I must do, as I do for all visitors..." Moddey Dhoo rambles on as they...

Moddey Dhoo stretches their haunches, keening a sharp and high pitched whine that would sound dog-like from afar. The whistle is more bird-like, if anything, and you begin to wonder if Moddey Dhoo really is a dog at all. That would be ridiculous, though. “We are in the Field. The Empty Field...

Though you don’t remember much, you do know enough to have manners. You ask for their name, and the shaggy hound grins at you with yellow teeth. The teeth are not a dog’s teeth. “They call me Moddey Dhoo.” Their eyes squint, red and bright like cherries and apples. The grin falls away, and the...

The black hound is stark against the colorful and bold field, like an ink blot on a white page. The dog snuffles and sits very politely, their tail sweeping lazily through the grass. Even sitting it comes up to your hips very sizably. You stand in place cautiously, the two of you both sizing...

You feel your feet moving towards the shred of light before you register your desire to leave this wretched place. The door swings open easily, cheap wood and a fragile doorknob. There’s a burst of darkness and sharply whistling air before you find yourself standing in a swaying, golden field...

You close the book, citing your lack of knowledge. Perhaps at a later date, you may consult the picture and seek what it has to offer you, but the book is a temptation that is dangerous even at its most mundane. Your finger throbs. As if in quiet acceptance, the book pulses in your hand, like...

You open the book with gently trembling hands. The adrenaline that races through you is unwarranted. The danger possessing you only moments before from the gaze of a creature beyond glass is forgotten in favor of an alien emotion pressing onto you. You are both viscerally aware that this intense...

You take up that small book, the leather not cold but warm in your hands. It radiates a small heat like chest of a small animal, breathing in its own way. You feel a strange attachment to it, like you are never meant to burn it or tear its pages. To do so would be like hurting a young child. Or...

The abyss looks into you, and so do you look into it. What you briefly hoped was only a trick of your flashlight in the dark was not an image of your mind. The eyes that linger outside the window of the dark room are wet, and the shape of their irises are strange--there is a physical distortion...

You swish your flashlight all over the room. The source of the humming seems to be the gigantic, monstrous machinery situated in the back of the cramped walls. It is covered in rusted pipes and dials, with little handles that appear dusty and uncleaned. It has a door that is securely locked...

You are lying face up in a tall, swaying wheat field under a great, full moon. The sky's iris peers down at you lazily, so large and encompassing it could swallow the world whole. The dirt beneath you is dry and the air is cold. Your breath comes out in opaque clouds, drifting away before...