By the end of my brief time playing The Children of Clay, a free horror game available on Steam , I had taken my headphones off and was holding myself away from the screen as I selected each action. It was a bright and cheery morning around 11 AM, the sun was shining, my coffee warm, and I was freaked the hell out.
The Children of Clay has a brilliant premise: You're basically the poor sap who gets got right at the beginning of a horror movie to introduce the conceit before the title card drops. Sequestered in a dark office in the bowels of a museum or university late at night, our unnamed protagonist opens a package from their colleague out in the field: A mysterious, prehistoric idol dug up in the Ural Mountains.
This artifact is the star of the show, front and center on your desk at a