Claustrophobia

А ведь все так хорошо начиналось. Лес, залитый солнечным светом, шелест листвы и fluffy bunnies, fun frolicking in the meadow ... It is no wonder that you lost track of time. And you get lost and wandered into a gingerbread house, standing alone in a meadow. It was dark, and the night is all does not look so friendly. Careless little animals clearly know some secret and whisper behind you, and a cute little hut was a den of witches-ogress. But too late, she slammed her door behind you, and the bloodthirsty old woman was about to return from the dark forest