Make Something Up

You give the voice over the intercom the classic car trouble and a bad cell signal line. Though that last bit isn't much of a fib this far outside of town.

There's an uncomfortable pause. One of the cameras at the gate pans audibly in your direction. It seems to scan you up and down.

"Of course," the voice answers, startling you. "We can call a repair service for you."

The gates buzz and slowly open. "Please wait in the gatehouse. It's a long drive from the city, and the woods can get a little dicey after dark."

You're not sure what that means, but you're not too interested in finding out either. You step cautiously over the threshold. The woods and cobbled drive wind off into darkness before you.

"The gatehouse is 200 meters ahead, on your right. Please don't stray from the path."