"I won't be long." She said. "Don't come after me." She said.

It's been fifteen whole minutes that you have been sat in this car, alone. Your partner had gone into the Pizzeria to look for her brother and his friends. Fifteen minutes later, and you can't help but feel like there's something off.

As if the Pizzeria itself wasn't creepy enough, the stories surrounding it were enough to send chills down the spines of those unlucky enough to read over them; disappearances, little kids, going missing back in the 80's. The place had been closed ever since. You knew busting the place up was a bad idea, and so did Max - but what other choice did the two of you have?

The wait is beginning to get worrying. Max said she wouldn't take long - so where was she?