The Myrtles Plantation Mirror: What Has Been Seen Cannot Be Unseen
The tour guide pauses in front of it every single time. Not because the script says so, but because the guests stop moving on their…
Read More →The tour guide pauses in front of it every single time. Not because the script says so, but because the guests stop moving on their…
Read More →You inherited it from your grandmother. A tall, dark-framed Victorian dressing mirror that lived in her bedroom for sixty years. It came with no specific…
Read More →The corner is empty. You have checked it twice. There is no draught, no unusual smell you can detect, no mouse behind the skirting board.…
Read More →It was passed down without ceremony, always in a small cloth bag, always with the same instruction: don't put it on. No one in the…
Read More →The cartridge was secondhand, bought from a garage sale for two dollars. You loaded it to find a single save file already on the game.…
Read More →You have seen the image: a long hotel corridor lit by fluorescent panels, beige carpet, numbered doors stretching to a vanishing point. Or an indoor…
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