Salt Lagoon Apartments

Eight online acquaintances meet in person, only to end up trapped in an apartment they can't escape.

The group admin, Cool Cat, just wanted to find a cheap place to hang out. But the front door of Salt Lagoon Apartments won't open, the windows look out on a dead-end light well, and the notice board bears a copy of the "Residents' Rules": "Residents cannot leave the apartment of their own accord. Instance notices are issued at random. There is only one task: find a way out alive."

First notice: Reach the old third-floor corridor before 23:47. A note says, "Do not go to the old third-floor corridor at night." Go and die, or stay away and die. The group chat is still lagging.

Eight people, eight rooms, each door bearing one of their names. No one thinks anything is wrong. Looking back, that was the most unsettling part.

The way out isn't written on the notice board, but every wrong turn leads straight to death: cover up a door number, lend your door number to someone else, answer a voice calling from outside on someone else's behalf, or act on delayed messages in the group chat. The ghosts have rules, and they use those rules too. They aren't in a hurry to kill you. They wait for you to make a mistake.

Nico thought he'd come to meet his online friends in person. That is, until a line appeared on the back of his door number: "307 isn't yours."

It's hilarious when it's goofy, and too scary to turn off the lights when the horror begins. The rules are fair, the clues can be pieced together, and every answer pays off. You can try to guess along, but don't confirm anything on someone else's behalf.

Welcome to Salt Lagoon Apartments. Checking out? Find a way out alive first.