A Casting Call

The Curator is pleased to announce that a new production is open for the season.

You will not need to audition. You have, in a sense, already been cast. Everyone is. We simply wait for you to notice the card on the table, and to pick it up, and to read your own name where the name should be and find it blank, and to proceed anyway, because you always do.

The production is called The Haunt. It is a house at the end of a road that was not there yesterday, built out of one griever’s loss the way some houses are built out of brick. You will wake in a cold parlour with no memory of how you came to be asleep there. You will go down, room by room, because everyone goes down. And at the centre there is a door you have stood at before and could not make yourself open.

You may walk the house now, free of charge, with our compliments: play The Haunt in your browser. The House is hungry, and it eats only what you give it, so do mind what you choose to carry. The way out is real. It will cost you the one thing you came to keep. Most who reach an ending reach the wrong one. There are forty-four. One is the truth.

The Company has been recast, as it always is, recognisable only by the tells they cannot help. If you would like to know which of them you are, the Curator will tell you: which member of the Company are you?

The seat is already warm. It is always already warm.

Do proceed.