Featuring an ancient evil and occult conspiracy, Cthlulu and his macabre creatures have their grip on the estate in 1920’s Florida Wetlands. You go in freely, but will you leave the same way?The mansion is entombed by the creature on the threshold. Only by defeating an old evil will it release it’s grasp and allow you to escape, but perhaps without your sanity intact…Featuring two characters to choose from with an intricately written story, platform elements, puzzle solving and classic 90’s survival horror tropes, explore the mansion of the Crowley Family and find and defeat the underbelly of true evil.



I am a kept man, I’m also quite a superstitious man with an obsessive personality. My family doctor diagnosed me with a large case of obsessive compulsive disorder along with borderline schizophrenia, but I always shrugged these so called delusions off with the reality of experience. For the past ten years, my obsession with the paranormal had caused my freelance journalism career to change to full time ghost hunter. Upon finishing smoking my favourite brand of cigars, Sterling, of course, I dress in my smartest suit. I received a call this morning, a tip off it seems – A estate known as Crowley Manor had some ‘hauntings’ as of late, and it seems the owner vanished without a trace. I am to get a cab out to the manor this evening and investigate this for myself. Could I prove to everyone and myself that this is all not folly?

I do despise these family involvements as of late. It seems that my stepfather has finally gone insane, talks of the occult, local gossip and to add insult to injury, the man has gone missing and they want me to find out what’s been going on. I do not believe this! I’ve arranged to visit the wonderful creaking Crowley Manor. I’ve always worked hard in my life, and it is not my intention to be an heiress to the man, although it does have me concerned. I do not really believe in the supernatural but I must admit, there was always something off with that house. When I was a child I always remember the secret drawer of the Piano, the window that was always blocked by the cabinet in the Loft, and the howls of a night. I suppose my imagination was greater then. Still…