But the house wasn't done. A pale, elongated face appeared in the strobe-like flicker of Sarah’s dying phone screen—a face with too many teeth and eyes like sunken pits. It wasn't a ghost; it was something older, something that fed on the very time they were trying to steal. At ninety minutes, the screaming started.
“Then we’re just the idiots who got scared of a pile of rotting wood,” Chloe replied, already pushing the gate open. Halloween Night 2014 - 91 min Horror • Thri...
“Ninety-one minutes,” Mark said, checking his watch as they stood before the rusted gates of the Blackwood Manor. “That’s the record for staying inside. If we beat it, we’re legends.” But the house wasn't done
