BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 Down the stairs we go, Down to the dark basement of the deserted End House. What happened here 5 years ago?
A freak storm is what happened. The innocent family living here disappeared into the raging waves of the Atlantic Ocean. Now we’re locked in the basement. We’ve lived through the swinging traps and circular saws. No way back but forward.
Three closed doors stand before us. The horrors behind the first two doors had almost killed us. Door number 3 is waiting.
We walk in. Pitch black. Yellow eyes peer at us through the bars of cages.