Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Is there a limit to cruelty? Where does humanity end and ruthless madness begin? October 13, 1973 - Hello? Texas County Sheriff's Department. - Please help! My name is Ashley, I... I... - Calm down, calm down. Where are you? - I... I'm on a farm, or maybe it's a slaughterhouse... - What happened? - He... he is here... they are here... - Who is he? What happened? - They... they're not normal! They... they cut off my hand and ate my brother alive! There is everywhere the stench of rotting flesh and dead livestock! He's trying to start the chainsaw again! Get me out of here! I beg you! - Ma'am! Don't hang up the phone! 1974 After a hard working week, your good old cousin Diego suddenly called, inviting you to a birthday party in Mexico. Without thinking for too long, everyone gathered in an hour and went on an unforgettable weekend. Behind was already familiar civilization, and ahead was only a vast dusty road. Your car suddenly broke down, leaving you in silence. The evening heat burned the skin, and a farm could be seen in the distance. "Sawyers" - read the sign above the gate. You had no choice: you had to ask for help. Suddenly, the silence was pierced by the piercing scream of a chainsaw. His face - one solid scalp, sticking to his own skin. Empty eyes, gripped by madness and hungry thirst. Welcome to the Sawyer home. You are the main course for their family dinner. Age limitations: 18+ (from 14 with a written permission from parents)