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You think it's just your mind playing tricks on you in the night, but as you look up towards the attic door, you see a pair of eyes looking back at you. And that's me. I live in your house. I'm a squatter. Hello everybody. Welcome back. We're going to be playing some spooky, scary games today. This one is called There's a Man in Your Attic, I think, or The Man in Your Attic. Whoever's editing, put the correct title up on screen. I am horrified of living in a space and having somebody live alongside me and I don't know that they're there. So I'm assuming that this game is about squatters. When I was a kid, I often had the same nightmare. It was about this man just standing in my room looking at me. I was convinced that he came from the attic. I shared a bedroom with my brother at the time and when I had this dream, I often spoke out loud during my sleep. According to my brother, I said things like, somebody is here. There's a man here. He is here. It freaked out my brother and in the middle of the night, it freaked my brother out in the middle of the night a couple of times. I'm an adult now and that horrible nightmare is just a distant memory until it's not. Is my phone not in here? I move so slow. It sounds like it's coming from out here. We'll go downstairs. There it is. There's my phone. Hey brother, I just want to let you know that we arrived home safely. Thank you for the invitation. We had a great time and it was nice to catch up. I also feel like I have to apologize for Lily's behavior, but you know how kids are in their imagination. She's probably very tired as well. See you later. Take care. It's getting late. I should clean up first. Clean up the dining table. Oh yeah. Today my brother came to visit and he brought his family along with his wife and their seven-year-old daughter. Her name is Lily and technically she is my niece. It's been a while since I had last seen them, so I spent about half an hour catching up with each other and just talking. After a while, I noticed that Lily was really uninterested. I don't blame her after all. Adults talking about everyday stuff is probably the most boring thing for a child. I'm a pretty good uncle, so I offered to let her watch TV in the upstairs room, showed her all the cartoon channels and let her there to watch some TV away from the boring adults. She was grateful, but I don't like how dark it is in here. Let's put these in the sink. The night went on. It seemed like everyone had a good time. Dinner was ready, so I was about to go upstairs to get Lily to eat with us, and that's when all of a sudden Lily ran downstairs screaming. She looked absolutely terrified. It took her a couple minutes before she could speak, but then what she finally said was this. There was a man upstairs, staring at me from the doorway, confused perhaps a bit, frightened. We all went upstairs, searched everything, checked the attic as well, only to find nothing. Eventually, my brother Lily dismissed Lily's story, claimed she was probably just getting tired, and soon after they left for the night. I am once again completely alone in the house, and Lily's story sounds way too familiar. It might be a spooky man in the house. All right, well, I've done the dishes, time to get some sleep. Oh, I hate how slow I move. I really hate it. In life, I'm just not even gonna look up there. Oh, according to Lily's story, this is where the man was standing, looking straight at her from this doorway, before returning to the attic, just like in my dreams. Oh, the noises, they're coming from the attic. It's just good and bad. Oh, what a lovely mountain. Oh, I don't, what if I don't want to go up there, you know? Search the attic. I don't remember leaving the store open. Oh my god, it's just like a phrase in the story I just told you. Hello, hello, scary man in the attic. Is this Narnia? This is not, you, what if I'm the man in the attic, you know? My ass. Sometimes strange noise at night keeps you awake. Then you anxiously search for the cause, but you won't find anything. Any question at once more? Oh, it's moving by itself. Is the man in the attic real? I hate that I'm not controlling this, and it's just doing it on its own. Hello? This is spooky. Fear is subjective, but it is not uncommon to be afraid of the man in the attic or the man in the basement, perhaps the man under your bed. And what about the woman in the attic and the woman in the basement or the NB in the attic or under the bed? Huh? This game is sexist. Thank you for playing my specific fear, the man in the attic. That was cool. I really like that. That is, that hit me a little bit. Like that kind of stuff freaks me out. I loved that there wasn't a jump scare. It was just like, you know, and you'd even see anything except for the eyes. You know, pretty cool, pretty cool. Okay, next game. The floor is breathing. Let's go. This is a, I think this is the description of something about a liminal space, which is interesting. And so you understand what we found. Do I? Oh, four mutilated corpses inside of your home. What did you do? The feel of their breath through the, that's gross. January 7, 2007, 7 36 p.m. Welcome home. Haha. Welcome home. There's bodies under your floor. Yeah, this is nice and not creepy at all. You can check tasks. Check for monsters under the bed. Use my hammer to fix the window. What? Use your hammer to fix the window. Watch TV, go to sleep. Wait, what does that say? Have a lovely day. So task number one, check for monsters under the bed. I hate how insanely dark this is. How am I supposed to find my bed? It's so gold. Damn, dad, can he walk and barely see a thing? In fact, I really can't see anything upstairs. Okay. You have a lot of the same painting around here. Me? I got hammer. Did I look for monsters under the bed? Oh, okay, cool. I guess I did that. Okay, so now we'll use the hammer and we'll fix the window. Let's board up. Ah, that's what that means. Okay. I don't, oh, it's gone now. Cool. Like that. Love that. Is the TV, the TV's not in here. Is it? Is the TV? Let's go to bed. Yeah, icky, icky. Eww. Icky, Vicky. Ew, ew. Icky, Vicky. Ew, ew. Anybody? And then what? Oh, are these the people that I killed and hid under the floorboards? January 18th. This is the day after. 8 21 p.m. Why can't we do things in the daytime? Hmm? I'd like it when, you know, we can see things and it's bright and there's no spooky shadows hanging out. Check if the window is safe. Check for monsters under the bed. Watch TV. Go to sleep. Okay, do I have to do them all in order? Let's fix the window. Do I have to do it in order? I don't like doing it in order. I just want to do it. Ew, ew, ew. You know? Yeah, duh. It's so spooky, you know? No monsters under the bed. Watch TV. I don't want that big red face to come back. It made me upset. It made me upset, you know? Yeah. Fun? I hate that. I hate that noise. Oh my God. Subject has various gross lesions across the chest and face. Hemorrhage. Oh. Subject has rope burns around the neck and wrist. Lots of three fingers. The Lord came with many thousands of his holy ones to execute judgment upon all and to convict all the ungodly of all their ungodly deeds which they have done in an ungodly way. And of all the harsh things which ungodly sins have spoken against him. Don't make me do another day. Go to sleep. Well, to the end of the day, to go to sleep. Everything's probably fine. I knew it. We have to do all four. This is creepy. It's very unsettling. Okay, 19th. It's 2007. 756. Welcome home. Prepare the door. Except for monsters under the bed. Okay. We're speedrunning this bitch. We're speedrunning it. Oh, I can hear breathing. I can already hear breathing. Watch TV. Oh, the TV's by out though. It makes bad things happen. Oh, boy. Go to sleep. Let's just go to sleep. Let's get those fast as we can. I don't want a hand to the phone. I don't want a hand to the phone. I don't like it. I don't like it. Look at what we're doing. Oh, where's the phone? Oh, my wife. Who still has a rotary phone this day, age, huh? Bubbles with his eyes. Oh, my God. Oh, there's a bag. Oh, where do I take the corpse? I'm ready to inform you that you're walking to a mini-year's party. I know you're very upset at the reason why, but I think you'll make fast friends with the others. Also, pass me a list of my best wishes to your husband. We put them in the floor. We put them in the fucking floorboards, dad. Tomorrow is another day. Hey. Okay. Oh, two little ducks flying. Quick, quick, quick. Only one little duck came back. Everybody. Like when the camera takes control. He eats my ass. Stop moving. Somebody's knocking on me, though. Somebody's knocking on me, though. Hey, buddy. Wait, what did I say? I should pray and say, brother, please open his eyes. But he may see. So the Lord opened the eyes. Oh, can I go to bed? Oh, there's a door. Am I going to cut my eyes off? What? What the fuck? How does it look like I'm under water? It's like it's a bikini bottom. What is that over there? Dude, it's a treehouse with a cool slide. I want to go in it. I want to go in it. Do I want to go in that, actually? Open your eyes. To my dear Samantha, how's your husband? Though I suppose you wouldn't know, but I know. I saw what you've done and I saw how you murdered your son too. You make my blood curl, posting your vile actions online, creating a circus out of death of your own flesh and blood, deplorable filth. I have all of it recorded, saved, and so did the police. You will not escape your crime nor your judgment. Enjoy eternal suffering. You sick twisted fuck. Finish what we started. It's very pretty out here. It's a beautiful day to kill the closest loved ones to me. Beautiful day to kill my family and hide them in the floorboards. Wonderful, beautiful day. Why does this seem kind of nice, you know? It's a little bit creepy, but how do I get in? How do I enter the house? Oh, warrant to enter and search the premises. Feel like nobody's going to really open up. Tbh. Ciao mama. Hey, you can't run forever. Jesus, dude. That was really cool and good. I thought it was about a liminal space. I mean, I guess kind of. Did she take out all their eyes? Woofers doofers, dude. Woofers doofers. This is real? Who's real people? Four murders. Couldn't even kill yourself. You're crowded by physical and digital evidence. The blood on my hands will stain your conscious. The floor is breathing. That was really good. Very, very, very unsettling, very dark. All right, last game. Here we go. Press E to start. Oh, okay. We're going right in it. Destroy them all. Destroy who? What? Five? Five what? Oh, it's so cinematic. Oh, I don't know about this. I don't know about this. I hate how good this looks. Oh my god, that's shadow. Holy fuck. Yank. This atmosphere is nuts. Sometimes you have to plunge into the darkness to get out of a closed loop. Volume down because I'm a pussy and I'm not afraid to say it, but I am afraid of this atmosphere and it's creepy as fuck. Ooh, what is? Crazy. This is really fucking crazy. Oh my god, the atmosphere. That was in the game. This doesn't make sense. Whoa. I turned my volume back up. Frank is a folding angel. Dude, 1972 to 1921. Jesus. I don't want. Yeah, neither do I. Jesus. Oh my god, I'm going to piss my fucking shorts, dude. I have a meeting in 10 minutes. I can't fucking go to a meeting with piss on my pants. You know, or was that? Oh, that atmosphere was fucking awesome. Even though the mechanics were just, you just had to find five things. That was so cool. That was so unsettling. That might be my favorite one of the bunch, honestly. That was really, really, really cool. Anyway, those were some fun games for y'all. If you want to check out any of the games you can down in the link in the description below. Thoroughly enjoyed those. Anyway, go and check those out. Hope you enjoyed and I will, I'll see you later. So, bye-bye.