The grass is damp and begins soaking into your pants. You get to your feet, brushing off the dirt and mud. Surrounding you are various headstones, some of them cracked and falling apart. The wet grass squelches under your feet as you approach a tall tombstone. Enscripted are the words:

Here lies Avery Bigmann
R.I.P.
July 10 1925- October 31, 1999

A chill runs up your spine. Today is October 31 1999. You look again at the small print at the bottom;

Woe to those who trod on his grave

You look down to see that you are standing right on it. You swallow.
"What are you doing on my grave?!" The booming voice from behind you nearly knocks you off your feet. You look up in terror to see a giant ghost looming above you. Desperately you look around and spot the open gate.



You make a run for it, but something gets tangled in your legs and you are sent sprawling across the grass. A painful yowl indicates that you have just tripped over the yellow eyed cat. Muttering to yourself, you scramble to your feet and keep running, but another ghost suddenly blocks your path. It is the grim reaper. More ghost rise from their graves and surround you. A chill is in the air and the hair rises on the back of your neck. Your heart pumps loudly as you look for a way out. Suddenly you realize that they are only ghosts, you run straight through Avery and for the gate. Howling, they close in on you. You run as fast as your legs will carry you out the gate...

... with a painful thump you run into the wall at the end of the hallway and fall backwards. You rub the sore on your head and look up. It is the same hallway you'd been in before. You look past the hallway into the room you'd first entered, but the front door is no longer there. How will you get out? Sighing, you know the only thing you can do is try another door. You reach for the knob of the fourth door...

Enter the Fourth Door