The last time I was as paranoid as reading this was when I used to read all those internet creepypastas. The sense of normalcy, brought on by its casual format, was broken by the supernatural, keeping a sense of believability even with all the insanity that was unfolding before me.

This game cemented for me somenthing that the best creepypastas knew too well, terror isn't about the most gruesome or believable tragedy, but about getting inmersed in its own sense of familiarity.
Getting used to a character's lifestyle, while delving into its relationships, is what makes the latter chapters of this effective. You know, or thought you knew, those people and places.

So in this space between what it is and what you thought it was, a crack opens up where monsters crawl into your reality. All of this while its most basic thematic elements are still there from beginning to end, changing its meaning, but not its form. Like witnesses of some unfathomable reality. But what might it be? I wonder. I wonder :)