A gravedigger off in the distance is opening a fresh grave, perhaps to bury the dead...

 As the wind picks up you notice yourself walking faster, yet you can't seem to keep your eyes off the old asylum.

 What goes on in there you ask yourself, then a cry for HELP...
You stop and turn, then...
                Everything goes BLACK!!!

You open your eyes, your head is throbbing, your vision is blurred; the taste of blood slowly runs down the back of your throat.

A figure from the shadows comes closer; you scream and realize your mouth is sealed tightly by heavy fishing line that begins to tear the flesh from around your mouth

 Then a voice soft and calm says, "Don't worry my dear, it will all be over soon..."