The house below the hills. (READ DESC FOR LORE IMAGE NOT CREATED BY ME I AM NO ARTIST BUT I LIKE TO WRITE). - PS if anyone wants to make pictures of this or something feel free because I’d love it. Finally this is my first attempt at something like this so go easy please 😭
Upon wandering lost in the maze of the nostalgic and somewhat unsettling location of level 94 - house on the hills or motion - you find a strange opening in the ground, one not big enough for a human to fit in without going on all fours. But you decide.. well ‘fuck it’ it can’t be far worse than this place.. hopefully.
After a cramped and claustrophobic crawl you find yourself in an empty field devoid of the usual 1930’s retro houses of level 94, but the returning bright colours that sit uneasy in your stomach for their ‘too perfect’ and vibrant nature remains. You look around you, spinning around in a large circle and there it is, the house under the hills.
‘Another house?’ You think to yourself feeling that sense of dread from the repetitive nature of this place. You decide to approach the house, the grass around you unmoving, no breeze, no ‘earthy sound’ everything feels artificial the pavement you walk along doesn’t even feel like concrete… if that’s even possible, everything is so familiar, but something is always missing.
You look into the windows trying to see something, the windows are blacked out, no light in, no light out. You approach the door, huffing and you take in the awful surroundings before reaching out for the door handle and slowly twisting it.
The door shuts as you enter.. and.. nothing. No way out, the door gone and there you are blinded by the lack light, you begin to panic, then you hear it. The creaking in the corner of the room. Now here you are alone, or so you thought.
Whatever the house hides, it doesn’t want its secrets to leak.