These past few weeks I’ve been getting more and more into videogames — something I honestly never imagined would happen — and today something really sweet happened. My husband and I went out to do some shopping, just a casual afternoon together, and we stopped by this game store he loves. He got excited like always, checking the shelves like a kid in a candy shop, and I was just following him around, amused.
He ended up picking a couple of games for himself (no surprise there), but then he turned around and handed me a small box with this silly smile he does when he’s trying to look innocent. “This one’s for you,” he said. I thought he was joking, but no. He actually bought a game for me. And not just any game — Little Nightmares.
He told me he chose it because it’s not “too violent,” but it’s really immersive and kind of creepy. He knows I love horror — maybe a bit too much — so he said it with that confidence of “I know exactly what you’ll like.” And honestly, he was right. Completely right.
When we got home, I didn’t even wait. I put the game in and started playing right away. And wow… just wow. I had barely moved Six a few steps and already felt weirdly pulled into this dark place. The game is beautiful in this uncomfortable, twisted way — like everything whispers that something is wrong, even when nothing is happening yet.
I chose Six because she looked more unsettling than the boy. There’s something about the way she moves, her tiny yellow raincoat in all that darkness… I don’t know. It feels symbolic in a way I can’t quite describe yet, like she’s fragile but stubborn. Kind of how I feel sometimes.
And the atmosphere… God. The first minutes already made my skin crawl. The hanging body, the little gnome-creatures running around, the huge furniture that makes you feel like you shrunk and woke up inside someone else’s nightmare — everything looks like it has a story I’m not ready to understand yet. And I love that. I love when a game doesn’t tell me everything, when it lets me explore and feel confused and curious at the same time.
I still don’t fully get what’s happening — not even close — but there’s something about the silence and the slow pacing that keeps pulling me forward. It’s like walking through a dream you’re not sure you want to finish, but you can’t stop either.
And honestly… I think what I liked the most wasn’t even the game itself, but the fact that he chose it for me with so much care. I know it sounds cheesy, but when someone knows your tastes so well they can gift you a nightmare wrapped in a little yellow coat… that’s love in the weirdest, sweetest way.
So yeah, this might sound dramatic, but I think Little Nightmares is going to become my new obsession. Or at least my next few sleepless nights.
I’m already excited — and a little scared — to see what comes next.
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