“and again, where is here, exactly?” “well, this is the wherehouse.” “the what?” “no, the wherehouse. where lost things are sorted.” “so when i lose something and i ask myself where it is?” “you catch on quite fast for a new-commer!” “and is this another place?” “no, another place is a few doors down…

welcome to the game wherehouse. get ready to get lost! this is a story-based game – no pictures. so expect to read a lot. each page leads to one or more pages, all depending on where in the story you are. you play as the character adam. along the way, you will get to…

once again, lost. adam found himself in a pile of things again, but this time, the sensation was not new, nor overwhelming. with a little more grace, he climbed out the pile and looked around. lost indeed. again. where to go next? enjoy! ^..^

adam opened his eyes. nothing. no one. “i still can’t see you!” you still don’t trust your eyes. “how do i trust my eyes?” close them. then tell your brain not to expect what you expect to see. tell it to see the unexpected. “just like that?” just like that. “alright. i’ll try.” don’t…

nowhere. “nowhere? but you just said here.” yes. here is nowhere. “i don’t understand?” every now and then someone like you comes here. you are lost. you were somewhere. then you got lost and found yourself nowhere. nowhere, now here. “nowhere, now here?” yes. “lost?” yes. adam looked around, to find who ever he…

adam felt half asleep and half awake. he did not feel like opening his eyes and if he were to believe his body, he somehow had fallen out of the sofa and landed on or in some kind of pile with god-knows-what? as those words formed in his mind, his ears played a prank…

“adam winslow?” adam looked up. it was his turn. the bright light in the waiting room was not particularly kind to his eyes. they had a hard time adjusting as he tried to fixate on the woman who just called his name from the open door across the room. he tried to catch his…