Hi everyone, I'm Little Aunt! Today I recommend a horror game with 1 hour process and 10 star ratings, "9 Childs Street".
The most important comment left by players who finished this game was, "The production team knows how to be scary".
But in addition to the unexpected jump scare, the core of this game is also worth exploring.
Today it is still a different way of telling, and the story begins with the little boy Armin, an adventure in his childhood.
That night, Armin decided to embark on an adventure, like the main character in his beloved cartoon.
Carrying a small school bag, he put on the new hat he begged his mother to buy for a long time.
Before turning over the window frame, he did not forget to take the flashlight.
That's like a movie protagonist.
The destination of the adventure was the house opposite his house.
He had mentioned to his parents many times that there must be someone living in the house opposite, but the parents never responded, and they both thought it was just Armin, a little boy's dream.
After all, the neighbor on the opposite side has been missing for a long time.
Armin took advantage of the darkness to cross the road and found a hole in the fence and got in.
He looked up, and a certain room on the second floor was lit.
This is the most direct evidence that someone on the other side, he must find out that person, and then tell his parents that he is not dreaming.
He walked to the house and knocked politely on the door.
Just when he thought the other party would ignore him, the door creaked open.
He hugged the stuffed rabbit in his arms, a toy that a neighbor once gave him.
Armin walked in cautiously, not seeing the person who opened the door, and he began to feel a little scared.
The house was already in ruins, with dishes piled up in the sink and the refrigerator full of rotten food, apparently it had not been inhabited for a long time.
Just as Armin hesitated to give up, footsteps came from upstairs.
Sure enough, there must be someone!
The child's curiosity eventually defeated fear, and no matter how unusual it was, he went upstairs trembling.
There are many portraits of clowns hanging in the corridors, weathered by time and showing strange colors.
He walked up to the second floor, the warm light peeking through the crack in the door, and Armin felt victory in sight.
This is the first adventure of the great adventurer Armin, and it is sure to be the highlight of his life.
He thought so and slowly opened the door.
Several lights in the room are lit at the same time, illuminating the room as if it were daylight.
But there was no one.
There was a table in the center of the room with a piece of paper on it.
Armin picked it up, and although he still couldn't read too many words, the bits and pieces of words seemed to allow him to piece together some information.
That's a diary.
"I grew up withdrawn and I didn't understand why no one wanted to play with me. But it's okay, if I don't have friends, I'll make my own friends. ”
"My first friend who made it myself was a cat, and I dismembered it and put it back together to make him my unique friend."
"Later, I transformed birds and puppies one after another... After being a little older, I modified the body of an adult male. ”
"But these friends are not perfect yet, I want to make a more perfect friend."
“...... The moment I made him, I knew he would be my perfect work... Mortualia, he seems to have his own soul..."
“...... There is still one heart left. ”
Armin was still thinking back to the meaning of these sentences, "Snap-", and all the lights in the room suddenly began to flicker.
Armin lost his mind, he quickly turned around, and the light source suddenly disappeared at this moment.
The room, which was as bright as day, fell silent again at this time.
Vision and light disappeared together at that moment, and Armin could hear only his own heartbeat and breathing while waiting for time to see again.
His breathing was rapid and hoarse, as if someone had choked his throat.
Armin's heart was beating faster, because the sound of breathing wasn't his.
When he was able to see the room through the moonlight again, he noticed that the furnishings in the room had changed slightly.
In front of him, a door appeared at some point.
A red door.
The sound of breathing behind the door became more rapid every time, like suffocating in the next second.
Armin involuntarily took a step back and bumped into the table behind him, and the sudden collision sound was amplified several times in the night.
But the sound of breathing inside the door continued, unaffected in the slightest.
"You're finally here."
"We've been waiting for you."
A sudden sound came from the doorway, and Armin fell to the ground in fright.
Through the faint night, he saw the figure standing in the doorway.
It was a little boy about his age, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.
"You can't leave here yet, unless..."
The other party's voice was still very immature, probably because he was the same age as the other party, Armin gradually pressed his fear.
"Unless what?"
"Unless you help me find my favorite toy, a monkey."
"Just find the monkey?"
"No, you still need to find 9 nameplates, it's like..." The figure on the opposite side slowly raised his hand and pointed to the rabbit in Armin's hand.
Precisely, it does not point, but only points its arm at the rabbit.
Because the moment he raised his hand, Armin clearly saw that the figure had no hand.
The wrist was tied with a white bandage, and the place where it was supposed to be the hand was empty, with only a neat incision.
The incision was directed at the rabbit in Armin's arms, and he said, "Like the nameplate on your rabbit." ”
Startled so much that he could barely think, Armin obediently lowered his head and looked at the rabbit in his arms.
The rabbit has a round nameplate that his neighbor gave him when he gave it to him, and the nameplate is engraved with the neighbor's blessing.
"When you collect all 9 nameplates, you can unlock the door."
Armin had not yet recovered from all this, and asked neatly, "So where is the remaining nameplate?" ”
"On other children's toys."
"Other kids?"
"Yes, we have been waiting for you."
Armin crawled back in fear, his fingers touching a cold metal.
He picked it up and looked at what seemed to be a key.
A red key.
When he looked up again, the figure at the door had disappeared.
The room was quiet again, as if the figure just now was just Armin's hallucination.
But the room was not completely quiet, it had been there since the lights were out, and the sudden sound of breathing redirected all of Armin's attention at this moment.
Red key, and, red door.
Armin thought the key was the one that opened the door.
It may be that he accepted the task of looking for a nameplate, and he actually thought about whether there would be a nameplate behind the door.
He stretched out his hand and trembled with the key to open the door.
The sound of breathing behind the door stopped abruptly.
The space behind the door is small, like a storage room, and there are walls on all sides, and the walls are full of letters, which seem to be scratched with fingernails.
And on the ground lay a little girl, no longer breathing, holding a doll in her hand.
The doll also wears a nameplate.
On the nameplate, the same blessings from neighbors.
"You dance beautifully, I wish you to become the dancer of your dreams."
Armin took the nameplate and looked at the body of the little girl on the ground.
More inexplicable and complex emotions occupied his heart than fear.
The body of the little girl, where it should have been the leg, was replaced by a neat incision.
Her mouth was sewn up with needles and thread, and her stomach was visibly sunken.
She was starved to death.
Armin saw a sentence on the wall.
"Mom, I want to go home."
......
The last nameplate was found in the basement.
Armin dug through the mounds in the basement with a shovel.
There was a coffin buried inside, and when the coffin was opened, the little girl inside had her eyes gouged out.
On the doll held by the little girl, the nameplate said, "You have beautiful eyes."
Armin gathered all the nameplates and installed them piece by piece on the grooves of the gate.
The letters spell out one name: Mortualia
Opening the door, he escaped without hesitation and ran home like crazy.
Cover yourself with a quilt and pretend that everything tonight is just a nightmare.
A few months since.
It could also be years.
Armin is surrounded by the same nightmare all day long.
As soon as he closed his eyes, it was as if he had returned to that night.
He heard the eight children saying to him, "We've been waiting for you."
Armin eventually chose to end his life.
Just as a dancing child loses his legs,
The dexterous hands no longer dance,
Clear eyes see no hope,
Kind children are seduced by demons and give their hearts.
—————— Mortualia ——————