The below form is my recommendation and entry into the contest; *clears throat*:
Shady Man: Hey, kid. Do you believe in monsters?
You: No. But I'm scared of them.
SM: Do you want to hear a scary story?
Y: Sure, after all it's Halloween time. Go ahead, old man.
SM: Imagine this, if you will. You are an inspector, analysing macabre crime scenes. Some deranged sicko has been running around town, murdering innocent women and setting them up in strange poses with department store mannequins, wanting you to find them, like leaving a grotesque trail of bread crumbs all over the city. He is clearly toying with you, issuing a challenge: "Find me. Or this will happen again. And when in does, it will be all on you!"
Y: Interesting. So what happens next?
SM: You find out that this madman has been watching your apartment from an old, disused building across the street. You need to track him down. But your resources are scarce – some ammo clips scattered here and there, mostly just makeshift melee weapons, like a lead pipe you were forced to tear out from the wall. And everywhere you go you discover these rotting carcasses of birds...
Y: Weird, but okay. Where is this leading exactly?
SM: In order to catch the elusive killer you will have to follow the clues he's left behind for you. And they all lead into condemned stuctures, like abandoned tenement houses, a run down library or a decrepit shopping mall. The night is still young, the fuses are burned out and the windows are either boarded or there are none at all. Only the tiny beam of your flashlight helps to illuminate your surroundings. Still the darkness is engulfing you from every possible side, and it's so, so thick. But you are not alone in the dark... Concentrating your hearing, more sounds start to reach your ears: a wheezing breath, the sound of nearby footsteps, a bottle knocked over to the floor. Someone is running down the hallway next to you. You turn a corner and out of the pitch blackness a raving hobo jumps at you, screaming, trying to take a swing at you with some piece of broken furniture...
Y: What!? A hobo?
SM: Hobos, junkies, punks, lunatics, degenerates – take your pick. All out for your blood, either high on something or simply stark mad.
Y: Wait a minute! Exploring derelict buildings, fighting off agressive squatters... You're talking about a game. Condemned: Criminal Origins! I heard about it. But that's more a first-person detective mystery, not a horror game.
SM: Are you sure though? I mean are you a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y positive about that? This experience might just prove more for you, than the sum of it's parts imply.
Y: Well... at least there are no monsters in it...
SM: There might not be any ghouls or goblins in that one, but make no mistake – the monsters in that game are very real. Coming straight at you, from the dark recesses of the human mind.
Y: Ok, ok, enough. You've made your point.
SM: Hey, did you see that? Right there, just in the corner of your eye. Did that store mannequin just... moved?
Post edited November 02, 2021 by pazZzurro