We were trapped in the house, and at around seven in the evening, with a layer of windswept snow outside and much more on the way, we lost power. I’m not going to share it unless I really can’t find a way into it, but it ignited interest and activity again, as did my report about what the game just did to someone. There was no explanation as to why the game was running, or how the switch I knew I flipped on my way out, well, unflipped. It was both tall and large, and the slot flap for tapes was nearly indistinguishable from the plain faceplate.

If that wasn’t menacing enough, Bunn had still been haunting me two hours after the game had been turned off.His home, which he had grown up in and now takes care of alone, is a two-story place that doesn’t take up much space.

But it was still playable and understandable enough, and I think any American child would be able to get through the story on their own. There’s a lone seller in America whose father had a collection of the things, but no one knows where he got them.

I’m fine with this stuff as an adult, but, yeah, it would definitely give any unlucky kid that managed to get this ending some serious nightmares. The adorable rabbit plush toy is covered in soft plush fabric and has big eyes, begging to be picked up and hugged. But after so many hours of trying to discover something the group hadn’t already, the excitement and novelty began to wear off, and it became just another strange, obscure game. And, it’s strange to say this, but I feel like if any game in this world actually could take things to another level, it would be this one. From Alice in Wonderland to Donnie Darko to the pictures of demonic Easter Bunny costumes kids are forced to sit with, they’re often portrayed as malevolent.