Noise of Zabroshka

You wake up or become aware of yourself at a bus stop. It is not a beginning, but a flicker. Reality turns on, like an old TV glued to a frame with your face on it. The clock on the pole shows a time that doesn't exist. The bus arrives when you stop waiting. Or has it always been there?

The driver doesn't meet your gaze. The seats smell of childhood and gasoline. The wheels murmur on the tongue of the asphalt. You're going to the countryside. To your grandmother. Except it might not be yours anymore. Or the village is not the village. Or you are not you.

Here, faces reflect a foreign sky. Houses grow like mushrooms after rain, changing shape when you blink(not). Grandma meets you at the door, unraveling your spokes backwards. All she does is laugh and say, “Come back, sweetie.”. You're not sure what she's even saying. You hear a noise. Only noise... #horror #fangame #action