Have you ever stumbled across a relic of your past—something inexplicably familiar, yet utterly forgotten? Something that shouldn’t be there… but is?

Ever wonder if the grotesque violence, the nightmares disguised as childhood entertainment, weren’t fiction at all—but rituals? A grooming of the soul? What if every story, every scream embedded in your young mind was a breadcrumb left by them… sacrifices made not for fun, but for Him?

Now imagine this: a single object—a toy, a trinket, a photo—unlocked it all. Not just memories… truth. Memories not erased, but buried. Locked away behind blood-stained doors in the mind. Doors you were never meant to open.

And what if opening them didn’t just bring memories back…

What if it brought something back with them?