Slaughter Night Page #3

Now we have to go back miles!

Let's keep going.

- We're going back!

Would you stop whining?

It's driving me crazy!

What the hell are you doing? Stop it.

Drop dead too! If I'd been alone,

I'd be home by now!

So f*** off!

- Okay by me.

Don't be dumb! We have to stick together.

- I don't need you pricks!

Stefan?

Stefan!

Stefan?

Stop guys. She can't go on.

It's all your fault.

If you'd listened to me...

- Then what, Estrild?

Then we'd be down the bar!

You and your stupid pranks!

I am just so f***ing sick of you!

Fine. Let's b*tch about it

when we're out of here? Okay?

I think we're nearly there. I'll look.

Hello?

Marti?

Martin:
My Dad...

- Yes, or that Martiens.

No, it's my father.

Dad?

Can you help us?

N-8...

Night?

What are you doing?

We're talking to Kristel's father.

- Jesus...

E...

N...

What does that mean?

- How do I know?

Maybe it's cryptic?

Cryptic, my ass!

Are you okay?

- I feel like sh*t.

I shouldn't have popped Paul's crap.

I see sh*t.

I don't think it's the pills.

Give me that bag: The camera.

I think something happened

when we first used the board.

"I'm not doing anything.'

What?

Oh sh*t!

Look!

You're pushing it.

- I'm not doing anything.

Andries...

F***ing hell!

Sh*t!

Susan!

Where have you been?

Please, never do this again!

Susan, are you hurt?

Come with me.

What happened, Susan?

You? Here? Where are the others?

- Lost.

We're trapped and the guide is dead.

Come again?

We're trapped here, can't find the lift

and the guide's dead.

Where's your other appendage?

What?

What?!

I don't know what's going on here.

There was one here

and it's been wiped clean!

The bird...

Then we have to go that way. Come on!

Susan, to the lift! Let's go!

Susan!

Susan!

You saw that?

You saw it?

- Come on!

EAST '2

What were those letters again?

- What?

Those letters my Dad gave us.

- NORTH

N8 E4 S something...

That's it!

N3 is North 3 and E2 is East 2.

That's it!

Dad's giving us directions.

Guys!

What is this?

It's Martiens work!

He's trying the ritual to get out of hell.

Kris, what's up?

The guide was wrong. That story...

Martiens should have been spared,

but they murdered him.

Lisa has gone.

What's the plan?

- Climb up the lift shaft.

Climb?

- We're 100 feet underground!

Mark!

Hey, I can't get you out like this.

Mark... Mark I'll get help.

We nearly made it.

You hear that? The lift's working.

What was that?

We have to get out of here.

Can you manage?

I think so.

- We have to go!

We don't have time!

- Shut up and help me!

Maybe Dad can help us.

Dad?

Are you there?

What can we do?

Fire...

Martiens wasn't

killed in a methane explosion.

To calm his spirit,

we have to burn him.

Great! How do we do that?

Dammit!

Open up!

Open this door!

I forgot the Ouija board!

- Too bad.

Where's your phone?!

Sh*t!

It's not loaded!

- What?

Can you manage? We're nearly there.

Damn!

- Let's go!

Okay?

Kris?

Where are the others?

Can you move it?

Can you?

- No.

Come on.

You're arm's dislocated. I'll set it.

- Can you?

Clench your teeth.

One...

Two...

Three!

The lift isn't far.

That was a nice idea!

Not!

Come on!

There's no emergency brake!

Come on! This way!

Come on then!

Wait, wait!

- What?

Maybe there's a map or something?

Quick!

There's nothing here.

The lamps...

What about them?

- We can save on batteries.

Good thinking.

Close the door, quick!

What's this?

- I don't know.

I heard it so often...

It's Wagner...

Das Reingold...

What?

I had a classical upbringing.

The music box...

It's the same as the music box.

It got damaged when I was attacked.

Gold... He's looking for this gold!

Dammit!

The music box!

Sh*t!

Come on!

Sh*t! Methane!

Come this way.

- Wait!

Take it!

Alright?

Dad?

How did it end?

- What?

How did it end?

- How? That's how!

That's how Andres Martiens

found rest, as intended.

Destroyed by fire.

As was meant.

But some people swear...

...his spirit still roams here.

Still looking for new victims...

...because if you listen closely...

Listen very closely...

You can still hear him scream.

They're only stories

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