The Rock House

This is one of my childhood homes. On route 66, some weird and unexplainable experiences happened here. Come in and enjoy a piece of my childhood as much as I did. An underlying evil was there. We felt it. We moved shortly after. I will never forget the railroad tracks, or the tractors that traveled the road, with simply no one in them. Or the face that appeared in my brothers room at night. Or the sleep paralysis that was so strong that I wouldn't be able to breathe. Something was there, and it wasn't friendly. This game is unfinished.