Slaughter Night Page #3

That's nothing:
Gusts of air from the filters

and a door can slam.

Okay...

The last fireman here was in 1857.

Andries Martiens was a sailor...

...involved in black magic.

And they said...

...he could go in and out of hell

by sacrificing people.

A stupid question maybe, but

why would he want to go to hell?

That's not a stupid question.

His parents were in hell. They were evil.

He wanted to ask them

where his inheritance was.

Inheritance?

- Gold, lots of gold.

But fortunately Martiens was arrested...

...and sentenced to death.

He could choose...

...between the noose and methane.

He chose the methane.

And so Martiens was brought

into this mine shaft behind me...

...under heavy guard.

He was wrapped in wet rags

to protect him from the flames.

Martiens entered the shaft...

...with a burning torch.

...swearing and cursing.

He held the flame by the roof...

Slowly...

...terrified...

The torch started spluttering.

The flame grew.

And then...

Martiens was killed in the flames.

They say his ghost still roams here

looking for the gold.

If you're very quiet...

...and listen closely...

...you can still hear him call.

They're just stories!

Come this way...

This is the end of the tour.

If you enjoyed it, please leave a tip.

It's entirely up to you.

Here we go.

Doesn't it work?

Ladies and gentlemen...

One moment please...

we're not going home yet

not for a long time

Anyone up there?

Anyone?

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a minor problem...

They've left up top. We're the last group

so they don't know we're here.

Shut up, we're trapped!

I have a mobile phone.

- It doesn't work down here.

Don't panic. I'll use the emergency

shaft and call the electrician.

So just wait calmly.

Can't we all go up that shaft?

It's too dangerous and

not allowed by the insurance.

Don't worry. You'll be out

in half an hour.

What are we going to do?

- I don't know.

Can I have a light?

Let's stay together.

- I want to look round.

Torches!

- I found torches!

May I?

- You have it?

Over there...

Look at Paul.

If you gotta go, you gotta go.

- Get lost with that camera!

Come on...

You two look nice together.

It could go far.

F*** off. No way!

You don't think I'm sexy?

I think I'm really sexy.

Paul plays with himself, for want of a girl.

Estrild has lots of boyfriends.

No way! You don't have anyone.

Paul doesn't have anyone!

She screwed her Dutch teacher.

- I did not!

This is so boring.

Why's that guy hanging round Kris?

- He's Belgian!

Why doesn't he eat his own fries?

Come on!

- Coffee, tea, soft drinks?

Stick your tongue out. Come on.

Wait a sec. Drink up.

Nothing like popping a pill down a mine.

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