Room Mom — The Simulation Archive

roommom.com was here before you arrived. It will be here after you leave.

On the surface: a volunteer page for a classroom. Bake sale signups. A class photo. A cartoon sun mascot named Sunny. The kind of site that shouldn't exist anymore.

Look closer. The count is never right. One face appears everywhere. The errors know too much.

Three ways the experience resolves. No download. No signup. Play in your browser, right now.

Content note: psychological horror about loss and grief. No gore. Earns its dread slowly.

Made with AI, openly — it's a piece about memory and a machine that won't let go, so it's built the way it's about. See /humans.txt for full disclosure.