Us

Your decisions shape the truth beneath the surface. In 1986, a girl entered a funhouse and never came out—not really. Thirty-three years later, the lie unravels when her doppelgänger returns to claim what was stolen. Now, a family vacation becomes a nightmare as the Tethered rise to sever their chains.

Us

Your decisions shape the truth beneath the surface. In 1986, a girl entered a funhouse and never came out—not really. Thirty-three years later, the lie unravels when her doppelgänger returns to claim what was stolen. Now, a family vacation becomes a nightmare as the Tethered rise to sever their chains.

It started with a funhouse. I was eight years old, lost in the mirrors, when I saw her—me, but not me. She didn’t speak. She just reached out and pulled me into the dark.

Now, thirty-three years later, I’m standing on the beach with my family, trying to pretend the past is buried. Gabe cracks jokes, Zora runs ahead, Jason hides behind his mask. Everything feels normal—until we see the body.

An old man, dead on the sand. A sign in his hand: 'We Are Americans.' The same words I saw that day.

That night, the power cuts out. Jason whispers, 'There’s someone in the driveway.' I look out—and freeze.

Four figures stand in the dark. Still. Bloody. Familiar.

They break in. They don’t speak. Except one.

Red steps forward. My face. My eyes. But hollow, burning.

'We are the Tethered,' she rasps. 'And we’re here to untether.'

Gabe grabs a bat. Zora pulls Jason back. I stand between them and me.

This isn’t just an attack.

This is reckoning.