Prologue: A Letter from the Author
From the desk of Elgabri Lumocso
If you’re holding this letter, there’s something you should know—something that might be better left unknown. But curiosity has a way of pulling us into places we don’t belong, doesn’t it?
Cedar Hollow is a town forgotten by time, but not by... something else. The Cedar Hollow Cinema stands at its heart, quiet, cracked, and waiting. It’s not just a theater—it’s a place where the boundaries between film and reality start to blur, where the flicker of a projector is more than light and shadow.
I’ve seen it. Felt it. There’s a pull in that theater, a subtle tug that reaches beyond the screen. Some say it’s cursed. I don’t know if I’d call it that. But I do know this: once you’re drawn in, the story you think you’re watching... may soon be yours.
If you find yourself standing before the theater’s doors—just know, Flicker is more than a name. It’s a warning.
—Elgabri Lumocso
