Deep in the bowels of the dark, desolate warehouse, the terror lay waiting. It had waited for a hundred years. It could wait a few more days. And when the boy came -- so young, so blissfully ignorant of the twisted, dark secrets he disturbed -- it would embrace him with sickening perfume and breathe unspeakable horrors into his ear.

Lewis knew that something in that place wanted him -- wanted to crawl into his mind. It knew his innermost fears and could twist his soul with its demented whispering. But most terrifying of all was that even as he ran screaming from its grasp, he knew he would have to go back...