For years the locals have hurried past the brooding heritage house on Lake Street, trading stories in low voices. Strange sounds after midnight. A mist that seeps from the basement vents and never quite clears.
You never believed a word of it. That was your first mistake.
Inside Atkins House the wallpaper is peeling with mould, a nursery rhyme loops somewhere in the dark, and the laughter of a child echoes down corridors that should be empty.
The child is Cathy. She has been alone in this house for a very long time, and she has kept every plaything she ever broke: dolls without eyes, bears with their stuffing torn out, a battered old rocking horse.
She wants you to play with her. Forever. Work out her games without upsetting her and you might walk out with your mind in one piece. Fail, and you’ll join the other lost souls who never left these walls.
You are not alone, and Cathy wants you to play… forever.