The sky was clear, but the gust of the wind is as cold as ice. Patrisha together with her friends felt the icy cold air as they pass through a creepy graveyard. Patrisha knows that place, in fact she knows it well. She stood there not knowing what to do, but deep down inside she really wanted to run away from that place. Her feet moved forward, her breathing hitched a little bit, and in a blink of an eye she was inside the place she feared the most.