One day I was heading out towards my grandparents house way out in the countryside. It was a chilly fall evening, I drove the same route every time I went to their house. Every time I head toward their house I follow down a dirt road and civilization slowly starts to slow down, there becoming less and less people. Down this dirt road the houses become older and older and this time I decide to go past my grandparents house and see where the path takes me. It is already very dark out the only light other than my headlights is the moon. This dirt starts to get smaller and smaller as you go further and further. The road gets swallowed by the surrounding trees and I continue to drive down. As I approach the end of the dirt road I see a light off into the distance through the trees. At the end of the road there is a small cabin with a light on in it. My friend John then says “I bet you wont go in''. After he says that In my mind I can't back down, so I get out of the car and head toward the cabin. As I approach the cabin I hear a creek and a latch of some sort fall down, and as I hear that I fall through the dirt into a massive dark pit. Once I reach the bottom all I can do is scream for help, then suddenly I hear a chainsaw above me on the surface and hear footsteps toward the running car and hear the cutting of metal and an agonizing scream. Fearing for my life I try to climb to the surface and once I reach the top of the latch I push it open and find myself in the middle of a living room filled with traps and other victims in various states of decay. The I hear footsteps coming through the door.