How’s this for playing yourself: after a week spent clearing out my old family home, a week in which I speedran the lives and deaths of several loved ones by combing through crates of school papers, diaries and letters; with hands wizened by cleaning fluids, nostrils blackened by attic dust, back ruined by the floorboards of my childhood bedroom, and a brain brimming with faded happiness and pain, I sat down in an empty kitchen to play The Horror At Highrook, a cosmic horror table-topper in which four occult investigators scour a vast, cluttered house for the secrets of a missing noble family.
The Horror At Highrook review
