text: "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 try to get out the window
  You shake your head and jump up. Ant pulls desperately as you use your spare hand to pull yourself through the window. You wiggle as Ant pulls with all his strength. You slide through the window as your hear a sigh behind you. You turn your head, seeing Herr Eichel, an old, wrinkled man with metal spectacles and a balding head staring at you. You shriek when you see him and jump to his feet, grabbing Ant and pulling him after you. You run around to the front, where the rest of your friends are waiting.
  
  
  "Let's go! Ant shouts, as you burst towards the woods.
  
  
  You run through the trees, slowing down as you make reasonable distance from Herr Eichel's house.
  
  
  "What the fuck happened?" Mason asks.
  
  
  "Guts... flesh... cutting people up..." Ant asks.
  
  
  "Shit. Did he see you?"
  
  
  "He saw Hazel."
  
  
  "That's OK. That's fine," Mason says.
  
  
  "Do we go to the police?" you ask.
  
  
  "Shit, no. W-we can't g-g-go to the p-police," Carter says. "Just l-leave an anon-anonymous tip."
  
  
  Mason pulls out his phone and makes a brief call to 911, trying to disguise his voice all the while. After a few minutes of him trying to explain the situation, he ends the call.
  
  
  "So... this might've been our bad."
  
  
  "What?" you ask.
  
  
  "So... the cops have been to Eichel's house many times before. He's not a murderer. He's a taxidermist, and he was probably cutting up an animal."
  
  
  "That was definitely a person!" Ant says.
  
  
  "It could've been a deer," you admit.
  
  
  "What, so the police aren't coming?" Ant asks.
  
  
  "I guess not."
  
  
  "That's bullshit! I saw a person in there!" Ant yells.
  
  
  "Well, you are more than a little drunk," Lucy says. "Hazel is too, and she said she it might'a been a deer."
  
  
  "Well, I guess we just harassed an old man. Let's go back to Kyle, he's probably passed out in the back of a pick-up trucks," Mason says.