You throw your hands up and decide that they aren't coming back and that all this is some sort of practical joke. That suspicion is doubled when you get up and notice that the ground in front of the door has salt in front of it. You roll your eyes, deciding once and for all that the brother's are insane. You step over the salt line and leave.
As you're walking back to your car you notice that the street lamps are flickering. Not just one, but a lot. All around you. A chill runs up your spine, and you walk a little faster, then you break into a run when you feel something watching you.
You run faster and faster, but suddenly there is a man in front of you! He holds a knife, and before you can do anything he slits your throat.
THE END! Sorry, you died. :(