You and a group of your friends are out at a house party. Over the past week there have been a handful of strange disappearances of other members of your class. A little bit after 11 o'clock you get into an argument with a few of your buddies and you all storm off. You decide:

It's the weekend, finally, and your parents decided to take a romantic cruise for the next few days. With plans of massive parties in your head, you spend Friday night relaxing and watching some TV. At home. Alone. When suddenly you hear a strange noise coming from upstairs in the attic. You:

You wake up in a room you've never seen before; it's dimly lit but you can make out a note hung on a string in front of your face. You try to stand, but you're strapped to the chair you're sitting on. A Swiss Army knife sits on a table in front of you. The note says “Cut off three fingers if you want to live.” You notice a screen in the corner, a masked man watches you. You:

You and a friend decided to go snooping around the abandoned foundry late one night, even after all of the missing children reports coming out from that lovely area. Suddenly in the middle of your exploration, the entrance slams shut and a hulking man with a machete blocks your only exit. You need to fight, what do you grab?

From around the corner of a sketchy alleyway, late at night, you can faintly hear “You Raise Me Up” by Westlife playing. Perplexed, you investigate and suddenly a rope grabs you by your ankles and hoists you in the air upside down. A man in a brightly colored suit appears singing along, cracks a lame viral Internet joke, and holds a razor blade to your throat. You say:

It's the first summer vacation since you and your friends have finally received your driver's licenses. Like any normal teenager, you decide to take a road trip from your generic midwestern suburb out to the west coast beaches. After a few hours of driving, one of your friends insists they know a shortcut, you say:

In the last few weeks of school, your friends are starting to plan your activities for the upcoming summer vacation. You're friends have come to the consensus of spending a few weeks at Billy's creepy uncle's dilapidated cabin deep in the woods. You decide to:

One day in the mail you receive an anonymous letter with “I know what you did last summer” scrawled out on a grimy piece of paper. After a brief bit of thinking, you happen to remember that manslaughter you covered up last summer. You know, nothing big. You decide to:

Like any savvy teenage entrepreneur, you decide to spend some of your weeknights babysitting. One day, however, the odd family from the end of the lane requests your services for the night. Everything is fine until one of the windows begins rattling uncontrollably. You decide to be:

You're spending a nice relaxing evening at home, feet up on the coffee table, warm mug of cocoa, watching a movie, when suddenly the gates of Hell open up through your television set and you begin getting sucked in. You:

You and your family are sat at the table enjoying a lovely meal in your brand-new home that totally wasn't built upon some ancient Native American burying ground. When suddenly the lights cut off, your family are whisked off into different rooms and you're dragged up the wall by some unseen force. You:

As you make your way home from the bar late one night, you happen to notice that there is a distinct lack of cars lining the roads. You get to the corner of your street and you hear a familiar engine starting up from behind you. Your turn around to see your 2005 Dodge pickup barreling towards you, no one in the driver's seat, the headlights blood red with vehicular fury. You run for:

After a few years of dating, you and your significant other finally decide to move into an apartment together. Things are going great, you're the happiest you've ever been, when one day your favorite stuffed animal from your childhood shows up in your kitchen one night wielding a large knife and claims that all of your love should be for him. You:

You wake up in the early hours of the morning and are quickly confronted with the problem of a full bladder. You stumble to the bathroom and realize that the shower is running. You turn it off and walk to the toilet when suddenly the words “GET OUT” are written on the steamy mirror. You:

You're in bed watching a some late night television when out of nowhere a ghostly apparition takes control of your television set. The apparition asks to you dig up a old box from your backyard which contains a letter and deliver the letter to the apparitions long-lost son living on the other side of the country by hand. You:

After a lovely weekend spent camping, you finally hop back in the SUV and begin making your way back to civilization. As you reach about a mile out of town your car runs out of gas. Further down the road you spot a haphazard crowd milling about in the street. You come to a stop and hear the stereotypical groans of the undead. You:

You're making your way home from a late night class one night when you feel a presence behind you. You turn around to find a bat hastily flying toward you. After you turn and run, the bat flies in front of you and transforms into a tall pale man with razor sharp fangs. You need to run, you move towards:

An important emergency news broadcast airs right in the middle of your favorite movie. The president stands at a podium frantically announcing that extraterrestrials have arrived to take over the planet. You need to move to a remote location, you move to:

You are jostled awake late one night by your significant other who motions towards the corner of the room where you see your daughter having a exciting conversation with the static on the television. You:

As the new captain of the United State's most high tech deep space station, you've never been prouder. You and your crew have explored over twenty previously unexplored planets. After departing the most recent planet, you call down to the lower levels of the station and receive no response. You: