'My dreams are getting worse... The shadows, creeping closer to my brain. I can't tell if it's real or fake at times. Until this morning whe-' he stops writing to listen to a ear piercing scream, Echo throuh the hall's. Silently pushing his chair away from the desk, and walking to the door leading to the darkened halls. Peeking out, he looks both ways and takes a step into the halls of the Asylum. He lets out a quick, silent sigh of relief. He steps back into the room and Sits in the chair to the desk. Sitting there for a moment. Thinking of what the scream could have been. Shivers run up his spine as a large shadow figure appears behind every him. As if on cue he grabs a candle and throws it at the figure. Missing completely and the room fades to darkness. Two faint lights appeared in the darkness in shape of eyes. Watching his every move. He stands as if he were defeated. The shadows eyes disappeared and re-appeared behind the man. The shadow lightly gripping his throughly from behinde and throws him across the room. The shadow then seeing he's alive. Finishes what he has started by whispering. Lifting the man into the air by the chant. Grabs at his throat, red streams leaking from his eyes and mouth, until he stops struggling.