"Fine, we'll go to the Nazis."


Ant nods nervously as Mason winces.


"If... if you think so," Mason says.


You nod. The group begins to stand, and starts walking towards Herr Eichel's house.


"I'll... I'll stay here!" Kyle slurs, collapsing into the back of the pick-up truck.


Lucy shrugs, and continues leading the group out of the forest. The group drops the various empty cans among the shrubs as you emerge in yet another one of the bland, boring suburbs that make up Dawnwood. The sun's fallen, so Lucy brings out her phone and turns on the flashlight. She leads you to a house that looks identical to every single house on the street.


"Is this it?" you ask.


"Yeah," Lucy says.


"Well. I expected swastika banners hanging from the roof or something."


"The closest thing to a swastika here is the one on Carter's dad's arm."


"Fuck you!" Carter says, "H-he's not a naz-naz-nazi!"


"Yes he is, Carter."


"We're not arguing now. Quiet down, we don't want to wake Herr Eichel. Ant, take Hazel 'round back, there's always an open window to the basement. We'll stay here. The ruckus of half a dozen kids 'round back would wake the Nazi," Mason says.


"Probably to air out the smell," Becca says. "You know, of his victims."


You begin to sweat nervously, and you follow Ant around the back. Like Mason said, the basement window is wide open. Ant looks at you, nodding.


"Uh... ladies first," he says nervously.


"Coward," you spit, before dropping to your knees.


You crawl forward on your hands and knees, turning around and sliding through the window. You wiggle, taking a good minute to squeeze through, before dropping into the darkness of the basement. You lose sight of everything, and are left in complete and utter darkness that even the light of the moon can not penetrate. You listen, and the silence is broken by the quiet yelp and thud of Ant falling through the window.


"Ssssh!" you hiss.


"Fine," Ant says.


You hear him fumble around in the darkness, before silence resumes. A tiny light flickers as Ant lights his cigarette lighter, his face being the only thing illuminated in the darkness. You draw your phone, turning on the flashlight, a more modern solution to the darkness. A workshop table is illuminated, with several... pieces of bone and flesh covering the tables.


"What the fuck...?" Ant says, stepping back. "It was only supposed to be a rumor. I was nervous, but I didn't actually... I..."


"What the hell is this place?"


"We need to get out of here," Ant hisses.


You stare at the table in pure horror. You turn your phone over, making out several more of these workshop tables covered in gristle and pieces of former victims. A large tool rack covered in blood stained knives, some deadly sharp, some serrated, some large enough to easily carve through bone as if through butter.


"Hazel, snap out of it!"


"OK, OK," you say, shaking your head. "I'll boost you out the window, you pull me up afterwards, got it?" you say.


Ant nods, and you hurry to the basement window. He puts his foot in your cupped hands and you give him a boost. He grabs the window frame, and begins to pull himself through the door. You push him as he wiggles through the door. It takes a good two minutes for him to squeeze back through, before turning to grab your hand.


"Come on, let's go!" you say.


You hear a creaking. You turn off your phone as a beam of light from an opening door bursts in.


"Hide!" Ant whisper loudly. "He's coming!"


You look around. In the darkness, you see only two eligible options for hiding place: Under the workshop table or behind the "tool" rack. Then again, you could always try to squeeze through the window, although even with Ant's help, Herr Eichel might get you first.

You hide under the workshop

You drop to your knees and quickly crawl under the workshop, curling up as you wrap your arms around your knees and curl up in a ball, trying not to move or make a noise. You hear an old voice begin to hum as the stairs begin to creak.


"Muss i denn, Muss i denn, zum stadtele hinaus..." the old man sings. "...stadtele hinaus..."


You wince as you hear him draw near. You see his old, mud covered boots stomp down right next to you as he walks past. 


"Und du, mein schatz, bleibst hier?" he sings, as you hear the clank of metal as he grabs a blade from the tool rack. "Wenn i komm', wenn i komm', wenn i wiedrum komm'..."


You wince as he stands at the end of the workshop, right by you. You hear the squelch as blades slicken as they slice through flesh. There's a thud right above you and you gasp, before another thud, before a thud and a crack as Herr Eichel breaks open a bone with a hammer. Herr Eichel stops, pausing for a second.


"Is there someone there?" he asks, his eery sing-song voice giving way to an elderly' grandfather's with a thick German accent. "I promise, if you come out now, there... won't be a problem."