COLINA: Legacy is an indie horror game with challenging puzzles. Control Alex as he struggles to grasp what has happened when a visit to his grandmother's house becomes a vacation of terror.
Here I am converting the game into a fictional story, there's plenty of moments which words can't describe. So I will be narrating the story with a little bit differently. The plot and incidents will be the same. Some dialogues and some other small stuff will be changed to make it a better one to read. This will be a series, where each post comes as each chapter.
The header image is from here and all other images are screenshots taken from the game.
Alex slowly opened his eyes, he is still tired. He doesn't know the reason behind it, but his whole body showing some lag. He was getting the clear vision out of the darkness which was filled around him. He's in a bed, and there is a bag in his back. He rose and sat on the bed and tried to remeber the last memories. His mind was filled with the question, why his mother hadn't called him yet.
"Mom... Mom..., Where are you?. I told you to call me as soon as we get here!" There was no reply for that, his sound just echoed on the room. Alex was slowly getting the seriousness of the situation. He could feel something wrong, his instincts were telling him to run away. Grandmother's place seemed like very strange for him now. He couldn't understand the darkness which was filled around.
He stood up from the bed, and tried to wander around the room, but before everything one thing struck in front of him. It was a piece of paper, it was on the bed. It's a handwritten letter. Alex took it up, it's from his grandmother to his mother.
Alex read it in just a minute, it was like hitting his head with some rock. The written was written in extreme fear of his grandmother. She fears this darkness which is spread around her house. Each word struck on Alex's mind, he could understand how much scared his grandmother was. She wanted to get out of that place. Alex stared at the wall in front of him for a few minutes to conceive the whole idea of the letter.
He started getting the idea that something happens to his mother, he both felt fear and the need to find what happened. He looked around the room to find if there was something left behind. The room was made in a peculiar way which could easily scare a stranger. Alex saw a torchlight on the table near the bed, he walked towards it and took it. He used that around the room to get a clear idea of the whole.
Then there were some light blue colour flames coming from the table which was on the other side of the room. Alex walked towards it, it was amulet which was on the table. He took it, it seemed like something strange. He felt like he was filled around with a lot of secrets, he was trying to grab an idea about what was happening.
He touched the wall with the help of the amulet, suddenly something written red emerged on the wall. The red seemed like written in blood. Alex tried to read those words. All of a sudden a voice started playing, it was like from a tape recorder. It's his mom's voice. He felt like all there was some kind of distraction to make him trapped. He searched for a door to get outside of the place. His mind was getting tensed more and more in each second, even the fear was going to cover his consciousness.
There was a door on his left side, he walked towards it slowly. He fears what will come from the other side of the door. But he knew that staying there was stupidness. His every step made a sound that echoed.
With a creaking sound the door opened, there wasn't anything as he expected, the first thing he saw was some chains. Which was used to lock down the door opposite to him.
He went outside the room, still, he took the steps with clear observation. He knew the seriousness of the situation. There were some paintings on the space between the doors. He could see the stats went down near him. He took a painting of the flower with him.
The wooden stairs made a peculiar sound on each step he took. His mind was searching for his mother. Still, those questions haunt him. He wanted to see that face to calm down. There were also pictures frames on the side of the stairs. It all created some kind of bad feeling in him.
The hall area was also not well lighted, he looked around. Then he could see the dining area on the side. There was something on the table, he could see bees flying around it, he slowly walked towards it to see what that was.
[story continues]
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Alex abrió lentamente los ojos, todavía está cansado. No sabe la razón detrás de esto, pero todo su cuerpo muestra cierto retraso. Estaba obteniendo una visión clara de la oscuridad que se llenaba a su alrededor. Está en una cama y tiene una bolsa en la espalda. Se levantó, se sentó en la cama y trató de recordar los últimos recuerdos. Su mente estaba llena de la pregunta, por qué su madre aún no lo había llamado.
"Mamá ... Mamá ... ¿Dónde estás? ¡Te dije que me llamaras tan pronto como llegamos!" No hubo respuesta para eso, su sonido simplemente hizo eco en la habitación. Alex fue tomando poco a poco la seriedad de la situación. Podía sentir algo mal, sus instintos le decían que huyera. El lugar de la abuela le parecía muy extraño ahora. No podía entender la oscuridad que se llenaba a su alrededor.
Se levantó de la cama y trató de deambular por la habitación, pero antes de todo, una cosa golpeó frente a él. Era un trozo de papel, estaba en la cama. Es una carta escrita a mano. Alex lo tomó, es de su abuela a su madre.
Alex lo leyó en solo un minuto, fue como golpearse la cabeza con una piedra. El escrito fue escrito con un miedo extremo a su abuela. Teme esta oscuridad que se extiende por su casa. Cada palabra que golpeaba en la mente de Alex, podía entender lo asustada que estaba su abuela. Quería salir de ese lugar. Alex miró la pared frente a él durante unos minutos para concebir la idea completa de la carta.
Comenzó a tener la idea de que algo le pasaba a su madre, ambos sintieron miedo y la necesidad de descubrir qué sucedió. Miró alrededor de la habitación para ver si había quedado algo. La habitación estaba hecha de una manera peculiar que fácilmente podría asustar a un extraño. Alex vio una antorcha en la mesa cerca de la cama, caminó hacia ella y la tomó. Lo usó en la habitación para tener una idea clara del todo.
Luego hubo algunas llamas de color azul claro provenientes de la mesa que estaba al otro lado de la habitación. Alex caminó hacia él, era un amuleto que estaba sobre la mesa. Lo tomó, le pareció algo extraño. Sintió que estaba lleno de muchos secretos, estaba tratando de hacerse una idea de lo que estaba sucediendo.
Tocó la pared con la ayuda del amuleto, de repente algo escrito en rojo apareció en la pared. El rojo parecía estar escrito con sangre. Alex trató de leer esas palabras. De repente, una voz comenzó a sonar, era como una grabadora. Es la voz de su mamá. Sintió que todo había algún tipo de distracción para dejarlo atrapado. Buscó una puerta para salir del lugar. Su mente se tensaba más y más en cada segundo, incluso el miedo iba a cubrir su conciencia.
Había una puerta a su lado izquierdo, caminó hacia ella lentamente. Teme lo que vendrá del otro lado de la puerta. Pero sabía que quedarse allí era una estupidez. Cada uno de sus pasos hizo un sonido que hizo eco.
Con un crujido se abrió la puerta, no hubo nada como esperaba, lo primero que vio fueron unas cadenas. Que se utilizó para cerrar la puerta frente a él.
Salió de la habitación, aún así, siguió los pasos con clara observación. Conocía la gravedad de la situación. Había algunas pinturas en el espacio entre las puertas. Podía ver que las estadísticas bajaban cerca de él. Se llevó una pintura de la flor con él.
Las escaleras de madera hacían un sonido peculiar en cada paso que daba. Su mente estaba buscando a su madre. Aún así, esas preguntas lo persiguen. Quería ver ese rostro para calmarse. También había marcos de fotos en los lados de las escaleras. Todo le creó una especie de mal presentimiento.
El área del pasillo tampoco estaba bien iluminada, miró a su alrededor. Entonces pudo ver el comedor a un lado. Había algo sobre la mesa, podía ver abejas volando alrededor, caminó lentamente hacia él para ver qué era eso.
[la historia continúa]