<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The bats.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you look up. To your horror, you see what looks like thousands upon thousands of little rodents hanging from the ceiling. You let out a scream, and that's when you realize the old man isn't in the kitchen anymore. Somehow, he's appeared right behind you.

"I told you not to look," he says with a wicked grin.

"Why do you have rats on your ceiling?" you ask, and he begins to laugh.

"Rats? No, no, no. Those are bats!"

You look up, and that's when you see the wings begin to flap. Suddenly, all around you, the air is swarming with bats. There's so many, you can't see anything besides their bodies whirring past your face.

"These are my children!" the old man cries, and suddenly, he doesn't look quite so old anymore. "And you... you are our next meal!" This time, as he smiles, you notice a pair of fangs protruding from his mouth, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

No, this can't be real,

you think. You look for an escape, but all you can see is the man and the bats, and... Wait, is that the front door? You can barely make it out, but it could be... Or it could be just another room in this house from hell. You...

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Surrender.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Make a run for it.

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