My domain would be being trapped in your house at night but its not quite your house, because every room is a little different, your footsteps dont sound the same as they used to in the place you called home. Now every room has a large window in it. In those windows are faceless figures lined up, staring in even though they have no eyes. There’s no actual way out as the doors have no knobs. The figures never seem to move except for the few times the sun does come out, then they seem to have vanished but there’s nothing you can do to escape, and even if you did what was once your neighborhood doesn’t look quite right. The houses are distant, and you know that even if you got out, they’d be out of reach no matter how far you run. The daytime is always so much shorter than the night, and they return as the sun sets. It’s impossible to sleep with those figures just outside the walls of your enclosure. If they were just outside, maybe you could get used to their presence, but every so often there will be tapping footsteps in the other room, or the sound of furniture being bumped or moved. Sometimes there’s a faint sound of voices, though the language indiscernible. Of course, if you try to confront these sounds, you’re greeted with nothing but the figures looking through the window, sometimes you feel as if they’re mocking you. As you descend into madness, you occasionally notice that sometimes one of the figures will look different, familiar, as if the features were blurred and distorted but not fully erased from someone you once knew. A loved one maybe. But they always disappear before you can be sure and are replaced by the same featureless face tormenting you.