This house is alive and it longs for a family of its own. It spies on visitors through cracks in the plaster with its jealous, watchful eyes. Some say the place is possessed by the former owner, a lonely old outcast desperate to be loved. She committed horrific acts in the name of dark forces and made terrible sacrifices, all in hope of being rewarded with a family of her own. She died alone anyway, but perhaps something of her seeped into the foundations of this place.
Whatever the entity in the walls of this house is, it has taken every misguided idea it has about family to create its idea of the perfect mother. The Unmother yearns for a child of her own to squeeze and hold. It longs for someone to stay here and be loved forever. But it’s a selfish love, a violent, controlling love. A child is fragile and can only be held just so tightly before it breaks. The Unmother is always on the hunt for a replacement.
Welcome to your new home, your forever home. You’ll never feel alone again. Won’t you take comfort in Mother’s arms?
She’ll keep you safe.
