The door to my creepy attic keeps opening on it's own, even after I'm 150% sure the latch caught the strike plate. I am going ahead and assuming a creepy faceless girl in a torn up white dress is opening it to temp me into going up there at night so she can possess me and make me eat my roommates cat or something else fucked up.
I'm scared :agony-wholesome:
You got a mission now, comrade. I actually hope for ghosts and other shit to be real since that would mean supernatural stuff exists. That could then mean that maybe a religion was right and we get to see all the bastards, past and present, dying happily in their advanced age go to hell or to an equivalent. And that would be great. Sure, your face gets eaten by a goul but that means there is at least the hope that Thatcher is properly suffering.
So go up there and get yourself snacked on by a Wendigo something. Do it for science! Now I don't know if I should hope you become monster food or survive, but I'm rooting for you regardless. You can do it. Woooooo!