Thick rain is pouring from the foreboding, black skies. The man in the suit pounds at the door. “Mara! Open up. It’s me. We’re going to be late.” He continues hammering away, his rage growing. “Did you change the locks on me?!” He’s demanding to see “the boy,” Fret. Inside, a woman sends him to go hide. The man retrieves a crowbar from his trunk, and as he smashes through a window we see Fret run up the stairs, and into his room. He grabs a guitar from his bed, and slips behind the bifold doors of his closet. Suddenly, everything is shaking, he looks at his hands, and it all disappears as the world fades to red, then black.
I’m barely two minutes into this demo, and already my heart is pounding. I love horror, but I’ll be the first to...