Try as we might, we could never copy nature. It could never be replicated in its ultimate grandeur. Its power and majesty never duplicated. Flashes of light and mere rumbles do not make a miracle. Nature is not the sum of its parts, but a heavenly presence in our lives.
A closed door. What could be on the other side? Should we knock? Is the house deserted? Is someone waiting inside? Linda and her friends knock on the door. It opens on its own. No one is there to greet them. A red carpeted staircase protected by gargoyles. A long hallway lit by candles. They step inside. This is their first mistake.
Darkness surrounds the town of Oasis. The only escape is through the magical door. The door that the villagers keep hidden. Soon all the residents will need to escape. The Oasis Hotel is engulfed in dark shadows. Half-filled glasses sit on the tables at its bar. Tables and chairs fly across its patio deck. Where are the guests? The Dead Game has begun.
The candles are leading us. No one seems to be home at End House. But the house is beckoning us. It wants us to follow the flickering lights. Should we go down to the basement? What could be awaiting us there? It can’t be anything good.