Kosa

Riley is just a kid trying to find his way. Seeing him deal with a literal monster on top of normal grief is rough.

“It sounds like her, Riley. It sounds just like her.”

The way Kosa mimics voices is what stayed with me. It uses your own love against you. That is pure cruelty.

Small towns have so many secrets buried under the floorboards. Sometimes those secrets finally get hungry enough to crawl out.

“The house remembered. It always remembered.”

Grief isn't just a feeling here. It feels like a physical shadow following Riley through every room in that house.