Six Friends, Sixty Minutes and a Dead Man Beneath London

We descended beneath London for a birthday and found darkness, skeletons, wartime tunnels and one furious ghost. Sixty minutes later, friendship became a survival strategy.

What if the worst thing beneath London is not a ghost, but something that has been waiting for someone to switch the power back on?

Six of us entered an abandoned Underground station. We had sixty minutes to restore the electricity, start a dead train and escape. But why did the darkness begin to feel occupied? Whose footsteps were following us? And what, exactly, did we awaken down there?

We escaped. At least, we think we did

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