|Cellar||Score: 25||Moves: 23|
Now you can see the kid emerging from the living room, a murderous glint in his eye.
The kid, with tears running down his face, aims right at your heart.
You are in a dark and damp cellar with a narrow passageway leading east, and a crawlway to the south. On the west is the bottom of a steep metal ramp which is unclimbable.
It is very dark. You are likely to be eaten by a Gromnie.
The trapdoor slams shut behind you, and you hear an automatic security mechanism locking it, barring it, chaining it, pouring concrete over it, and dropping several anvils on top of it. Also, I think it Scotch-taped the edges. And just in time, too.