Escaperoom Antwerp

It's pouring rain. In spite of the windshield wipers, the water on the windshield keeps your view cloudy. This really wasn't the time to break down. A lightning bolt casts the silhouette of an old house in the distance between the trees. Although you want to be heard you try not to make a sound when you peek in through the window. A burning fire draws your attention to a group of hunting trophies on the wall that stare back anxiously. You convince yourself that this could be 'cosy' and ring the doorbell. Under the ringing of a heavy bronze bell you only hear your own naive thoughts. Heavy footsteps approach on the other side of the door that opens with a lot of crackling. Your skin feels like sandpaper and also your last bit of hope dies out when you look at your host in a final lightning bolt. This soon turns out not to have been the right choice.