a house, and a family
Today, I was a house, multi-storey and of terrible design, with too many stairs, and a terrible family who had just moved in.1 My friends were the things that lived here before them, and wanted them out.
They almost succeeded, but the youngest daughter hid herself until dawn, and will return many years from now to research what drove her family away.
It's 12th October 2026. Something Is Wrong With This House (it's you).
There's something in how I run a suburban, gentrifying model family that makes all of my players rabidly yearn for their death. I won't think too hard about this.↩