The stairs are slippery and wet.
The lights flicker and then all goes dark.
The door behind us slams shut.
There’s no place to go but down.
Down to the basement of End House.
The deserted house on the cliff,
overlooking the crashing waves
of the Atlantic Ocean.
You can hear the waves hitting the house.
The basement floor is wet.
Are the ocean waters entering the house?
Or are we in for more surprises?
What is that sound?
Creaking noises are coming from above.
Huge cages with pointy edges are
descending from above.
Circular saws soon follow,
searching for our heads.
What do we do now?
THE DEAD GAME has begun.