IKEA is the perfect place for a horror game. Each visit feels ever so slightly unsettling. The gray voids between these supposedly lived in spaces triggers a feeling of discomfort in me, like the uncanny valley feeling. Perhaps its that same feeling from witnessing liminal spaces, the spooky voids of purportedly lived in spaces that feel very un-lived in. And when it comes to survival in an IKEA, catch me in the food court smacking down Swedish meatballs and lingonberries.