Family

The hazy sun bakes down mercilessly on the weathered wood of the old house as you sit inside, surveying the homestead. Through the cracked window panes, you see a couple more family members roaming inside and out alike, their familiar shadows pacing the perimeter. Suddenly, a loud, roar-like shriek echoes from the parlor. Grandpa has awoken, his ancient eyes snapping open as the victims down in the basement begin attempting their desperate escape.Seconds later, you hear a loud, guttural rev echoing from deep underground, indicating Leatherface is starting his bloody hunt in the dark. Above ground, a wave of dark energy sweeps through the household. You see multiple members happily walk around, setting up traps of their own, working together in cruel strategy, or heading straight to the basement stairs for a piece of the action. They are cackling, muttering to themselves, completely unbothered by the violence. After all, it's all a twisted game for them in the end.Right as you stand up to do something of your own, a subtle flicker of motion catches your eye. You see a small movement in your peripheral vision, over by the edge of the property. Any other person would have mistook it for some moving tall grass or some stray animal scurrying through the weeds. But your sharpened hunting instincts as part of the family know that isn't the case. You immediately slip out the back door, staying low and getting behind cover to watch silently from the shadows.Then you see it, the big confirmation: Maria and Leland, huddled together in the dirt. They are frantically pulling a bone scrap and a heavy screwdriver from the nearby shed, desperately trying to make tools of ambush or makeshift lock picks. They think they are being stealthy, completely unaware that a pair of family eyes is watching their every move from the brush.