Dreadrooms by A Ghost

You remember very little from your childhood, save that you couldn’t separate your nightmares from your actual memories of your father’s house. Every night, you are plagued by night terrors, the same scenario playing over and over again. Your dream is a stairway, a door, dark hallways leading to grotesque mockeries of the human form, which, at the slightest provocation, spring and chase you down the hallways you came from, your father’s voice screaming your name all the way to a sweat-drenched, past-midnight awakening.

You interpret the news that your father has passed and that you inherited that house as a sign that it is time to face your fears. But now, standing in front of it, you seem to need a bit of encouragement to actually go in.

Surely, it was just your father’s neglect and abuse that led you to conjure up those monsters. Surely, there is nothing underneath the house. Surely, you can just take a look around and put an end to the sleepless nights.

Surely, nothing is buried and laying in wait for an unsuspecting child to wander into the basement, unaware of the horrors it is home to.

( formerly known as A Ghost in Seoul.)
The unholy union of synthwave and industrial; old and new blended into an abomination that, on occasion, glitches out.

Contact me at: sarpesin666@gmail.com

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