#hiddentown

I tried The Girl in the Window by Dark Dome and it’s both creepy and fun. You explore an abandoned house where people once saw a mysterious girl in the window. Solve puzzles and find out the truth behind the story.

Snow fell in thick, blinding sheets, the world around her blanketed in white silence. The path she’d taken was rapidly disappearing, and the familiar markers of the forest seemed to vanish. The air shimmered with an eerie glow, a faint silver light that didn’t seem to come from the moon.

Then, through the swirling snow, she saw it.

At first, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. A spire, then another. Slender rooftops covered in pristine frost rose ahead, their outlines sharp against the storm. As Erin walked closer, the snow began to lessen, as though the blizzard avoided this mysterious place. She stumbled into a clearing and gasped.

A town stood before her. It wasn’t on any map she had ever seen. Elegant wooden homes with icicle-laden eaves surrounded a cobblestone square, in the center of which stood a fountain frozen mid-flow. Pale lanterns flickered with soft blue flames, casting long shadows that danced in the snow. The streets were empty, but the town didn’t feel abandoned—it felt... waiting.

Erin hesitated, the pull of curiosity battling the voice in her head that told her to turn back. She stepped forward. Her boot crunched against the cobblestone, and instantly, the lanterns flared brighter.

She was no longer alone.

Figures emerged from the doorways. They were dressed in clothes from another era—long coats, corsets, and hats adorned with feathers and jewels. Their eyes sparkled like the frost itself, and their skin glimmered with an otherworldly sheen. They didn’t speak but watched her with an expression that was neither welcoming nor hostile. Erin raised her camera instinctively, but when she clicked the shutter, the image refused to take, as though the camera couldn’t capture them.

“You shouldn’t be here,” a voice said. Erin turned to find an elderly woman standing behind her. Unlike the others, her face showed age, lines etched deep into her frost-glazed skin.

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” Erin stammered. “What is this place?”

“This is Frosthaven,” the woman said. “A sanctuary for those who are no longer part of the world you know. We appear only on the coldest night of the year, and by dawn, we vanish.”

“Why?” Erin asked, her voice barely a whisper.

The woman’s eyes softened, and for a moment, she looked almost human. “To remember. To be remembered. But you must leave before the blizzard ends, or you will remain with us, caught between times.”

Erin’s heart raced. The allure of the town was undeniable—the beauty, the mystery—but the woman’s words filled her with a sudden urgency. The edges of the blizzard seemed to press closer, the glow of the lanterns dimming. She turned and ran, her footsteps barely leaving imprints in the snow.

As the storm swallowed her, she looked back. The town was fading, its lights dimming until only the fountain’s frozen shimmer remained. Then, it too disappeared.

By morning, the blizzard had passed. Erin stood at the edge of the woods, staring at an unbroken expanse of snow where the town had been. She clutched her camera and looked through the photos, her breath catching when she reached the last frame.

There, amidst the stark whiteness of the storm, was the faint outline of Frosthaven—a ghostly imprint that seemed to whisper of a story too impossible to believe.