Prolog
A girl with long blond hair jolts up. Her blue eyes glance around, the room she is in seems like it hasn't seen daylight in years. The only light in the room is a lonely lamp and a small window. Across her is a door, she runs up to the door and tries to open it. The TV to her right flickers on.
"Hello, Kathy." A voice says from the TV.
Her eyes open wide and dart over to the screen, all that's on the screen is what appears to be a white puppet with scraggly black hair.
"I'm sure you're wondering were you are. I can tell you that this might be the last room you ever lay your eyes on. Kathy, you have stolen and cheated to get what you want. I know your main source is you father , well in another room your father sits. He is fine, for now. Look above you Kathy."
Kathy looks over her head and sees millions of razors.
"In two hours these razors will fall. In two and a half hours your father will die. I have hidden the key in this room. I wish you luck. Oh, and don't open the closet door, unless you want a friendly surprise. Let the games begin."
Kathy turns around and faces the closet door. She stares at it for a minute or two. Snapping out of her glance she looked at the window and decides she'll try and open it. She goes up to and pushes it but nothing happens. She walks back over were the TV is and glances around and sees a stool. She picks it up and looks back over at the TV and sees a countdown. She goes back to the window and chucks the stool toward the window and nothing happens.
"Fuck!" she screams.
She looks back over at the closet door. She runs over to it and puts her hand on the doorknob. The words of the white puppet ring in her mind '..don't open the closet door..' She swings open the door as an ax rushes down and into her skull. She falls onto the floor dead.