The Beach House...

This past weekend...

A wooden house on the edge of a cliff, the sound of crashing waves, thick fog, wood in the fireplace, crackling flames, the gang and a baby, birthday cake, poker through the night, silly conversation.

Idyllic. Isolated. Desolated.

The closest gas station was thirty miles away. The closest grocery store... sixteen.

The only thing missing was a killer on the loose :P

Awesome fun!