The 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 located? – I'm… I'm on a farm, or maybe it's a slaughterhouse… – What happened? – He… he's here… they are here… – Who is he? What happened? – They… they are insane! They… they chopped off my hand and ate my brother alive! There's a stench of rotting flesh and dead cattle everywhere! He's trying to start the chainsaw again! Get me out of here! I'm begging you! – Ma'am! Don't hang up! 1974 After a hard work week You suddenly received a call from your good old cousin Diego, inviting you to a birthday party in Mexico. Without much thought, everyone gathered within an hour and headed for an unforgettable weekend. Familiar civilization was left behind, and only an endless dusty road lay ahead. Your car suddenly stalled, leaving you in silence. The evening heat scorched your skin, and a farm was visible in the distance. "Sawyers" – read the sign above the gates. You had no choice: help was needed. Suddenly, the silence was pierced by the screech of a chainsaw. His face – entirely a scalp, fused to its own skin. Empty eyes, filled with madness and a hungry thirst. Welcome to the Sawyer house. You are the main course at their family dinner!