Lost in End House
But no one is here to greet us.
The candles have led us to a door.
A door down to the basement.
A door that has locked behind us.
Circular saws and pointy cages
are descending from the basement ceiling.
The floor is filling up with water.
Where are our friends?
Are they facing similar threats upstairs?
I can feel the cold wrapping around me.
The darkness is thick and heavy.
The water is reaching my knees.
Two of my friends have made it across.
Will I make it through the saws and cages?
The Dead Game