Skeletons in the Closet

You are traveling across the country on a road trip in the late 90s/early 00s. It is your college break, and you want to see the other side of the country. You have reached the middle of America, the heartland. The land is flat. The farms are numerous. The towns are small and the cell reception is minimal. You are somewhere between Topeka and Manhattan, Kansas when your engine begins to make a noise, causing you to pull over in the town of Mendozet. It is late in the afternoon. The local mechanic can fix your car, but it is going to take a couple of days.

Unfortunately, town is a really generous name for this place. Two streets, a motel, and a store barely larger than a gas station are all that is here. The motel doesn’t even have HBO, just the basic package. Attempts to explore the town are met with questioning glances. “Just hang out in your room,” is the common refrain from the townsfolk.

But when your microwavable food runs out after sunset and you decide to check the store for some more, you soon find out why the townsfolk were so shifty. In the darkness, you hear the scrapping sound of something dragging against the pavement. The streetlight flickers overhead, its stained yellow light draining the color from the sad cone it provides. Before long, a skeletal figure emerges into the light turning its eyeless skull in your direction.

Skeletons in the Closet is a horror investigation game. The skeletons roaming the town represent the sins and hidden facets of the town members. You must identify who the skeleton belongs to, investigate why the skeleton was created, and seek indemnity to eliminate the skeleton while avoiding becoming another victim of the town.