In this Madhouse, there is more than one patient. The walls are littered with the stories of countless men and women who have come seeking sanctity from their own minds. Shattered remnants of broken psyches lay littered on the floor, in rotting beds, in crumbling walls... These are the Scribblings from the Asylum Walls. Welcome to the Madhouse...

What he doesn't remember... she will never forget. "I'm going to tell you a story... And let me tell you now, it doesn't end pretty." Since the first week of December, every Friday, one of Cole's friends goes missing. The link? They're always found dead. It is something watching, something there... Something from the past that has come for revenge. And it will not stop until it gets it.