As Daniel Hastings, guided his car down the lonely tree lined country road a cold chill shot through his body like a bolt of lightning. It was the kind of sensation that made him feel as if he had just walked over a freshly dug grave that would soon receive it’s dead occupant for an eternity of peaceful sleep. For ten years Daniel had been employeed as the overnight staff at the Northern Illinois Institute For The Criminally insane and for those ten years he had oftentimes felt this elusive sense of forboding the closer he came to large imposing building. It’s not that Daniel was blessed or cursed with psychic ability at least he didn’t think he was, but he had been on a much needed vacation for the last week and was unaware whether or not the esteemed institute had received any new and potentially dangerous clients. He did his best to try and shake off this feeling as he pulled into his parking spot but no matter how hard he tried, Daniel just knew that something was not right.

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