when i was a teenager i babysat a lot and i once babysat kids in an extremely strange new-build McMansion that had tunnels throughout connecting the children’s bedrooms and leading to secret, windowless playrooms. you had to crawl on your hands and kneed through the tunnels, which were more like tiny hallways in that they were carpeted and painted white, and the two playrooms in the middle of the tunnel systems had really low ceiling so you couldn’t stand up.
honestly the main concern is what an absolute fire-trap the whole thing was, especially because the kids’ dad said his shoulders were too broad to fit so if the kids had some sort of emergency in the playrooms (choking, seizure, the list goes on), it would be nigh impossible for an adult to respond quickly which is crazy.
the house itself was enormous too, like 8,000 sq. feet
and clearly this stressed me out because the first night i babysat there i had a nightmare that i was playing hide-and-seek with the kids (three of them) with flashlights and all the lights off,
and after they all hid and i began seeking them, a polar bear broke into the house and it was emaciated and starving and hunting,
and the entire nightmare was me staying as silent as possible sneaking through the house and avoiding the polar bear, knowing i had to also find the kids before the polar bear did AND before they got bored and came out of hiding or else the polar bear would get them.
the tunnels were the only safe place because the polar bear couldn’t fit so i spent a lot of the nightmare using them to navigate the house, and they were a lot more expansive & confusing than they were irl.
anyway not a fan of my brain inserting me into an indie horror game