A throbbing headache greets you as you awaken. Disoriented, you try to sit up, but a jolt of pain shoots through your leg, pinning you to the creaky wooden floor. Panic starts to claw at your throat. are you? How did you get here?

The dim light filtering through dusty windows reveals a cramped cellar. Cobwebs cling to the exposed brick walls, and the air is thick with the scent of mildew. Your eyes land on a rusty metal door, the only apparent exit. Escape. Thats the only thought that matters right now.

You scramble to your feet, ignoring the protest from your leg. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you test the door. Locked, of course. You pat your pockets, desperation welling up. Nothing. No phone, no wallet, not even a shred of memory of how you ended up in this nightmarish place.

Suddenly, a floorboard creaks from behind you. You spin around, blood draining from your face. A hunched figure stands in the shadows, bathed in an eerie glow from a nearby window. An old woman, her face a map of wrinkles etched by time and malice, a cruel glint in her cloudy eyes. Granny.

She lunges at you with surprising speed for someone her age. You dodge instinctively, adrenaline surging through your veins. This is a fight for survival. You have no idea what horrors this house holds, but you know you cant stay here.

You glance around the room, desperate for an escape route. Theres a wooden in the corner, piled with dusty tools – a hammer, a crowbar, a rusty saw. You grab the crowbar, its cold metal biting your palm. Its better than nothing.

This is the real game begins. Every creak of the floorboards, every groan from the aging house sends shivers down your spine. You tiptoe around the room, trying to predict Grannys movements. Each encounter with her drains your energy, the memory of your throbbing leg a constant reminder of your vulnerability.

The house itself becomes a maze. Locked doors lead to dusty bedrooms, cobweb-strewn kitchens, and dark basements. You solve puzzles, scavenging for keys and tools hidden amongst the clutter. Each solved puzzle unlocks a new section of the house, bringing you closer to the front door and freedom.

But Granny and her equally terrifying partner, Grandpa, are relentless. They lurk around every corner, their creaking footsteps and guttural growls sending shivers down your spine. One wrong move, one ped object, and theyre upon you.

The appeal is simple – pure, unadulterated terror. Every second spent in that house is a test of your nerves. You have to outsmart your captors, using the environment to your advantage. You can set traps, distract them with thrown objects, or hide in closets – anything to buy yourself precious moments.

The constant tension is what keeps you hooked. You can almost smell the dust, hear the creak of the floorboards beneath your feet. Its a game that throws you the heart of a horror movie, with only your wits and scavenged tools to see you through.

But more than just the fear, theres a flicker of hope. With every solved puzzle, every item collected, you inch closer to the exit. You start piecing together the mystery – who are these people and why are they holding you captive? The answers lie hidden within the house, waiting to be discovered.

So, you press on, adrenaline and desperation fueling your every move. You know theres a way out, and youre determined to find it. Will you escape the clutches of Granny and Grandpa, or will you become another victim trapped in their twisted game? The choice, and the thrilling journey to freedom, lies in your hands.