He gripped a center block with two fingers. The wood groaned. The entire structure swayed, a slow, agonizing oscillation that seemed to defy gravity. Sarah held her breath, her eyes fixed on the topmost piece, which hung halfway off the edge. The block slid out. Smooth. Clean.
From the shadows of the rafters above Sarah, a pale, elongated hand reached down. The tower hadn't fallen because of a pull—it had fallen because their time was simply up. If you want to turn this into a playable game, tell me: CO Dread.zip
They both glanced at the empty chair where Miller had sat ten minutes ago. He’d tried to bolt the front door. He’d reached for a block, his fingers had twitched, and the wood had scattered across the floor like bone fragments. Seconds later, the thing from the woods had taken him through the window. Now, the tower was rebuilt, but it was fragile—a physical manifestation of their remaining luck. He gripped a center block with two fingers
But as he stepped onto the first stair, a floorboard creaked—not under his feet, but behind Sarah. The tower, unsettled by the vibration of his footsteps, gave one final, infinitesimal shimmy. A single block at the very top lost its balance and tumbled, clicking against the table before hitting the floor. Sarah held her breath, her eyes fixed on