The Strangers

Your decisions shape the final hours of James and Kristen’s lives. What begins as a night of emotional tension spirals into unrelenting terror when two masked intruders turn their secluded refuge into a slaughterhouse. There’s no escape—only survival, and even that may be an illusion.

The Strangers

Your decisions shape the final hours of James and Kristen’s lives. What begins as a night of emotional tension spirals into unrelenting terror when two masked intruders turn their secluded refuge into a slaughterhouse. There’s no escape—only survival, and even that may be an illusion.

I never thought it would end like this.\n\nKristen and I drove to my family’s summer house after the wedding, the silence between us thick with everything we weren’t saying. She said no. Not cruelly, not dramatically—just a quiet, firm rejection that cut deeper than any scream. I called Mike to pick me up in the morning. At least I wouldn’t have to face her all night.\n\nWe tried to reconnect—kissing, touching—but it felt hollow, forced. Then, a knock. A girl at the door, asking for someone named Tamara. I sent her away. Built a fire for Kristen. Told her everything would be okay.\n\nI went out for cigarettes. When I came back, the house was dark. The front door was cracked open.\n\nKristen was inside, panicked. The smoke alarm she’d dropped was now sitting neatly on a chair. Her phone was gone. And then—another knock.\n\nSame girl. But this time, she was wearing a mask.