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"Ladies and gentlen, since we've added twelve sacrificial offerings this ti, we've also introduced two new events! The betting rules are different this ti as well. Everyone can bet on three events. If you guess one correctly, the payout is 1.5 tis your wager. Two correct guesses get you 3 tis, and if you nail all three, you're looking at a whopping 10 tis payout!
"What are you waiting for? Place your bets!"
Sitterson stood on the stage, passionately announcing the betting rules, while the crowd below erupted into a frenzy of cheers and shouts.
To an outsider, this might look like so shady underground casino, but a closer glance revealed that everyone present was wearing white lab coats, resembling doctors or researchers.
And that's exactly what they were.
This scene was strikingly similar to the underground base at Crystal Lake Camp. The Cabin organization held events like this every year.
For the researchers stuck in the underground base all year round, this was their one chance to let loose.
Back at Crystal Lake, Redd and Erica were in charge of overseeing things. Now, it was Mr. W and Aira.
Their job was the sa, though: ensure nothing went wrong with the base. This particular facility was special, housing sothing incredibly dangerous sealed beneath it, so there was no room for error.
That's why Mr. W had brought Aira along to supervise in person.
"Aira, go check the monster containnt area again. This sacrifice has to go off without a hitch."
Mr. W watched the chaotic revelry below for a mont before issuing the order to the blonde beauty beside him.
Aira hesitated, clearly reluctant. The monster containnt area was terrifying, and she was a bit scared.
"Didn't you hear ?"
"Yes, Mr. W!"
Hearing the edge in Mr. W's voice, Aira didn't dare dawdle. She teetered off in her high heels, heading toward the monster containnt area.
As she walked, she muttered under her breath.
"Damn Mr. W, making a lady do this kind of work! Redd would never make do this! Is this guy secretly gay or sothing? Why hasn't he touched in a whole year?"
Grumbling all the way, Aira reached the monster containnt area, ho to countless dark creatures held by the Cabin organization.
Swiping her ID card, she entered the area under the protection of hired rcenaries to inspect the equipnt.
As she passed one of the containnt cubes, the creature inside bared its teeth at her nacingly.
"Get lost, you disgusting monster! This is no job for a lady!"
(*Monster Containnt Area*)
Fuming, Aira kicked the reinforced glass, but it didn't budge. Instead, she just hurt her toe.
"Ma'am, please don't do that!" one of the rcenaries cautioned.
"Mind your own business!"
But an angry woman wasn't easily cald by a single comnt.
Gritting her teeth, Aira sped through her inspection.
When she reached the final room, she noticed a worker whose silhouette seed oddly familiar, like soone she'd seen before.
"Hey, you! Have I seen you sowhere? Turn around and face !"
"Ma'am, are you sure you want to turn around?"
The worker, dressed in a bulky hazmat suit, sounded strange.
Aira crossed her arms, growing impatient.
"When I tell you to turn around, you turn around. Stop wasting my ti!"
"As you wish."
The worker turned, revealing a toad-like face with red hair and a beard.
Aira's eyes widened in disbelief as a nearly forgotten na flashed in her mind.
"That's right!"
anwhile, back at the cabin, the n and won noticed a wooden floorboard suddenly pop up, causing a stir. (*This scene in the movie is likely a nod to* Evil Dead*.)
After a mont, Martin exhaled a smoke ring and spoke up.
"Hey, it's an old house. What's so strange about a loose floorboard?"
His explanation seed reasonable enough, but Jennifer, Nidi, Heather, and Penny—four battle-hardened won—remained cautious.
Curt, being the bold one, stepped forward to take a look, then let out a dramatic "Whoa!" startling Dana and Julie.
"It's pitch black down there!"
"You jerk! You're trying to scare us, aren't you?"
Dana grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and chucked it at Curt. He caught it without dodging, pretending to be gravely wounded.
"Ouch!"
"Cut it out!"
At that mont, Julie made a suggestion.
"It looks like a basent. Should we check it out? It's not like we're in a rush to sleep."
She had a point, and the other won seed intrigued. Jennifer gave a decisive nod.
"Alright, let's go take a look."
Since they were out camping and hiking, they naturally had flashlights on hand.
The two female guides quickly handed out flashlights to everyone.
Curt and Holden volunteered to lead the way for the ladies. When they reached the bottom, their flashlights happened to land on an old black-and-white photo of a woman with a creepy smile, startling them both.
"What the hell!"
Just then, Nidi found the light switch and flipped it on, illuminating the basent. The group realized the two guys had been spooked by a photo.
"What? You guys are *that* scared?" Julie teased, her mockery clear.
Curt quickly tried to save face, not wanting to ruin his image in front of the ladies.
"Co on, in that dim light, anyone would jump at a creepy smile like that!"
True enough, in low light, a sudden glimpse of a black-and-white photo could make anyone's heart skip a beat—especially if you had a weak ticker.
But that didn't stop Dana and Julie from ribbing Curt and Holden.
anwhile, the other won started examining the basent's contents.
"Looks like a storage room for random junk," Penny remarked, picking up a white conch shell and holding it to her ear. The sound it made was oddly unsettling.
(*Used to summon the rman. Likely activated by blowing into it.*)
Claire noticed a pale, eerie mask hanging on the wall and took it down to inspect it.
"This mask gives the creeps."
(*Used to summon Dolis, the Masked Killer. Likely activated by wearing it.*)
(*This is the one.*)
Amy leaned over to take a look.
"Maybe it'd feel better if you put it on?"
"No way!"
Claire quickly hung the mask back on the wall.
"Even for a storage room, this place is way too weird," Heather said, picking up an old diary from a table. She flipped it open but couldn't make sense of the text on the first page.
"What kind of writing is this?"
"Let see!"
Nidi took the diary from Heather.
(*Used to summon the Zombie Redneck Torture Family, the zombie clan from the movie. Activated by reciting the Latin incantation in the diary.*)
(*This is the family. Image sourced from a forum.*)
"Huh, looks like Latin?"
Nidi wasn't an expert in Latin, but Mary perked up at the ntion of it.
"I know Latin!"
Western legal systems trace back to Roman law, so Latin is a required subject for law students.
Heather and Nidi handed the diary to Mary, who quickly read the Latin aloud.
"It sounds like so kind of incantation," Claire remarked, leaning in after hearing Mary's recitation.
Her comnt made Holden burst out laughing.
"Ha! Claire, you actually believe in that stuff?"
He was probably trying to show off his masculine charm in front of Mary, hence the exaggerated reaction.
But his over-the-top behavior only annoyed the ten won present, including Mary and Claire, all of whom had dealt with plenty of supernatural events.
Holden's laughter quickly died down.
Back in the underground base, the researchers who'd bet on the diary erupted in cheers, while others groaned in frustration.
"Woo-hoo! I got it right!"
"Damn it! Why did that woman listen to the conch instead of blowing it?"
"Yeah! I thought the rman would finally make an appearance this ti!"
From his second-floor office, Mr. W glanced at his watch, noticing Aira had been gone for a while.
"What's taking her so long? Damn it! I should recomnd the organization replace that idiot!"
Just then, the screen in the hall showed soone triggering another summoning item.
It was an elegant but old-fashioned white wedding dress with a ring-shaped pendant attached.
Dana couldn't resist taking the pendant and putting it around her neck, reading the inscription on the ring aloud.
"'Till death do us part'?"
(*Used to summon The Bride, the Bloody Bride. Likely activated by wearing the necklace.*)
"Ladies and gentlen, the second event is here—the Ghost Bride!"
Another round of wild cheers and groans erupted, with one researcher particularly thrilled, having guessed two events correctly.
"Hell yeah! Just one more to go!"
The other researchers crowded around him.
"Whoa, what's your third bet?"
The guy glanced at his slip.
"The dollhouse."
"The dollhouse? Nah, you're screwed. The dollhouse's trigger conditions are way too tough."
The crowd dispersed, but Sitterson, up on the stage, seed to disagree.
"Not necessarily! They've already noticed the dollhouse!"
On the screen, Martin was walking toward a large dollhouse model.
"Wow, this is beautiful! I always wanted a cool toy like this when I was a kid. Too bad my dad thought toys were a waste of ti and never bought any."
Martin's usually hazy eyes cleared up for a mont. His childhood hadn't been happy, which explained his current apathetic deanor.
(*Anyone recognize which movie this house is from?*)
"If I rember right, you just do this, then this, and…"
Martin skillfully pressed a few latches, and the dollhouse's roof ca off, revealing its interior.
The dollhouse had multiple rooms, structured like a hotel, but the scenes inside were far from peaceful. Nearly every room depicted a murder scene.
In the hallway, a pair of twin girl figurines stood hand in hand, looking up as if staring at Martin.
The sight startled him, nearly making him drop the roof.
"What the hell!"
The others, still examining the basent's contents, turned at Martin's outburst.
"Martin, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing!"
Martin quickly snapped the dollhouse's roof back on, trying to calm himself, but he couldn't help muttering under his breath.
"Phew! Must be a hallucination."
One of the murder scenes he'd glimpsed was eerily similar to a traumatic mory from his childhood—his father killing his mother with an axe.
That trauma had haunted Martin, contributing to his current aimless state.
"Hey, Martin, you don't look so good," Curt said, walking over with concern, holding a reel of film.
"It's probably just too much smoking," Martin brushed it off.
"Man, you really need to cut back," Curt said. "Take a look at this film reel. I'm starting to think Holden's relative who left him this cabin was so kind of director. Everything in this basent feels like movie props!"
Curt's comnt got nods from several of the won. The basent's contents were far from what you'd find in a normal household.
"Should we watch the film reel?" Julie suggested.
"That's not a great idea. A movie's at least an hour, and it's already late," Jennifer shot down the idea without hesitation.
But Julie wasn't out of ideas.
"How about this? We take the reel and a projector outside. Those who want to sleep can sleep."
Curt and Holden imdiately agreed. Watching a movie late at night was a great way to bond with the ladies.
But Martin wasn't in the mood. He just wanted to find a quiet corner to smoke his hookah and wallow in his thoughts.
With only four people interested, the movie plan fell through.
"Alright, ladies and gentlen, it's getting late. Let's head up and rest," Jennifer said, noting they'd been in the basent for half an hour.
Just then, a muffled thud echoed from upstairs.
"What was that?"
The group exchanged uneasy glances. The two female guides had an idea.
"Maybe a bear slled sothing and ca knocking. We should be careful," Lanny said.
A bear's sense of sll was as sharp as a dog's, able to pick up scents from miles away. Lanny's theory made sense.
"Crap! Our rifles are all in the car!" Mara, the other guide, said anxiously.
In Arica, going hiking without a gun was unthinkable. Even if you didn't run into a serial killer, bears or mountain lions could still kill you.
Luckily, Claire flashed the handgun at her waist.
"No worries, I've got my pistol. If it's a bear, I can fire a shot to scare it off."
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