Hell House

Trigger warnings: Suicide, self-harm and depression themes. [[Continue->2]]

Hell House a game made by PTCVBF based on a poem by PTCVBF [[Continue->3]]

Here I stand, spine crooked, and mind even more In the house as my head flashed me images of gore I told myself during these nerve-wrecking events so dire I might go to the lengths of setting this house on fire [[Continue->4]]

Tears did not threaten and my fists were not clenched But my spirit and my soul remained, as usual, drenched I ignored all else and calmly breathed, 4-7-8 I explored the ground floor and determined my fate [[Explore->Explore]]

[[Study the transparent door->TD]] [[Observe the staircase->Stairs]] [[Eye the mirror->Mirror]] [[Contemplate the A. C.->AC]] [[Inspect the speakers->stereo]] [[Survey the walls->walls]] [[Check the garage->Garage]] [[Enter the bedroom->BR]] { (set: _list to (history:)) (if: _list contains "TD" and _list contains "Stairs" and _list contains "Mirror" and _list contains "AC" and _list contains "stereo" and _list contains "walls" and _list contains "Garage" and _list contains "BR") [ [[Continue->lol]] ] }

I studied the transparent door, a handiwork with glass If I were to run into it, I’d lose blood very fast [[Continue->Explore]]

The stairs went high into the sky If I slipped or tripped, I’d be sure to die [[Continue->Explore]]

The mirror showed a monster, body ill and conscience sick Its fragments could kill me with a trick, stick, flick [[Continue->Explore]]

The air conditioner spewed out heaps of cold air If I were to insert my hand into it, I’d be as lifeless as my hair [[Continue->Explore]]

There were numerous massive stereo systems surrounding the TV If I inched closer, I’d be shocked, forced to stay in Hell for eternity [[Continue->Explore]]

The wall was an artwork of heated sand and clay Maybe I could ram my scalp into it one day [[Continue->Explore]]

There lay a hat rack that I could use to beat myself black and blue If that doesn’t work, I could run myself over with a motorbike too [[Continue->Explore]]

Vodka bottles sat on the counter, awaiting the time when their shards would turn red Maybe a one-eyed creature would abduct me if I slept on that bedroom’s bed [[Continue->Explore]]

The filthy rich people in the house have the best intentions However their methods of showing affection aren’t the greatest of inventions There is one person I have known for a very long time but honestly do I No answers hence I starve, I am awake, I crumble, I cry [[Continue->5]]

I am pathetic and a disappointment to all those around People cringe when they spot my face and flee when they hear my sound I don’t know this place although this is where I am supposed to be I protest, I detest, I confess that this house will never be a home to me [[Face towards the front gate of this house|6]]

I gazed upon the bronze glimmer of the enormous front gate I decided that nothing settles my fate better than my faith [[Settle your fate|7]] [[I have no faith|8]]

I wander towards it and attempt to yank it open, you’d think my struggle would have served me well Despite all the fuss, I am still a wuss, I always realize that I couldn’t ever escape from this Hell. [[FATE: Better Ending->Credits]]

Its formidable magnificence challenged me and I cowered, like the shameless coward I was, am and will always be I recall the ways I could die, then choose one I'm willing to try; in this Hell, this is the only way I can flee. [[FATE: Bad Ending->Credits]]

//''The End.''// ''Words from the creator, PTCVBF'' Enormous gratitude to all of you for playing my first game! I apologize that it is lacking but I hope that you have enjoyed it nonetheless. If you ever have any inquiries of feedback- both are much appreciated- you can comment on itch.io or contact me through the following social platforms: Instagram: @photographytcvbfood itch.io: PTCVBF Tumblr: ptcvbf-phoenix Also, please, if you are facing any difficulties in life right now, I pray that you fare well, I know you will, it is in our nature. We make countless mistakes yet we fix them and adapt to the repercussions for we are human. (I'm sorry, I forgot to consider the small chance that a robot or a mischievious pet could be playing this game as well, thanks for playing to you too, beep boop beep and woof). This poem was written nearly two years ago when I was going through hard times. Looking back, I only needed time to adjust. Things have gotten better ever since. I should have handled things better but what is there to be done now? Just reflect and learn from past errors. It seemed that at the time of writing, the situation had no solution but it did. My front gate opened by itself in time. It is proof that, yes, despite everything, all will be well. I believe a friend once said, I quote, "It will all be well in the end, if it is not well, it is not the end." (I think she plagiarized someone else //and// I forgot what exactly she said so I altered her exact words by using synonyms). Thank you all very much. I hope to see you once again.