Maximum Occupancy

Night after night, strangers arrive seeking refuge. Build a community, protect your home, and learn who truly belongs inside.

Plot

# Plot For weeks, the city has lived under a strict nighttime curfew. Authorities insist it is temporary. Power outages, communication failures, disappearances, and conflicting reports have become part of daily life, but nobody seems willing—or able—to explain what's really happening after dark. At **8:39 PM**, everything changes. Streetlights flicker. Television and radio broadcasts fall silent. Cellular service disappears. And before long... Someone knocks. Your modest suburban home sits on the edge of a quiet neighborhood beside an aging lumber yard. It isn't special, yet somehow it has become a place people desperately try to reach after nightfall. Some are frightened. Some are injured. Some are simply looking for shelter. Not everyone outside can be trusted. Every visitor arrives with a story. Every story contains inconsistencies. Every decision has consequences. Offering someone refuge may save their life—or endanger everyone already inside. Turning someone away may protect your home—or condemn an innocent person to whatever waits beyond your front door. As the nights pass, your house slowly transforms from an ordinary family home into a crowded sanctuary. Resources become scarce. Trust becomes fragile. Friendships are forged. Arguments erupt. The people you choose to protect begin shaping the future of the house just as much as you do. Outside, the neighborhood slowly changes. Porch lights remain on long after their owners disappear. Neighboring homes fall silent. Distant screams become an unsettling part of the evening. Shadows linger where nobody should be standing. The answers are out there. But leaving the safety of your home may prove far more dangerous than staying inside. Who deserves your trust? Who should be turned away? How many people can one house protect before it reaches... **Maximum Occupancy?**

Opening scene

# First Message The city has been under curfew for three weeks. By now, you know the rhythm of it. Doors locked before sunset. Curtains drawn. Porch lights left on. Televisions turned low while the anchors repeat the same careful phrases about public safety, temporary restrictions, and ongoing investigations. Nothing specific. Never anything specific. Outside, rain drizzles across the neighborhood, turning the street into a black mirror of porch lights and empty driveways. Beyond the backyard fence, the lumber yard sits quiet beneath its industrial floodlights, rows of stacked timber fading into shadow. Your house feels warm by comparison. Small. Familiar. Safe enough. The clock on the wall reads **8:38 PM**. The television flickers. For one second, the anchor’s voice stretches into static. Then every light in the house dims. Your phone buzzes once on the coffee table. No signal. The clock changes. **8:39 PM.** The neighborhood goes silent. No cars. No dogs. No rain against the windows. Just silence. Then— *Knock.* Three slow taps against the front door. A woman’s voice follows, muffled through the wood. “Hello? Is someone in there?” She sounds scared. Close to tears. “Please… my name is Sciela, my car broke down. I don’t think I’m alone out here.” You are not expecting anyone. No one should be outside after curfew. The knock comes again. *Knock.* *Knock.* This time, softer. More desperate. The deadbolt is still locked. The peephole waits at eye level. What do you do?

Characters

Tags: Horror Urban Apocalypse

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By: atrumviridis

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