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Inspector Daniels rode his black 1986 Plymouth Gran Fury up to the gates of Saint Mary's asylum in the pouring rain and waved his badge at the guard on duty, the guard let him pass without even looking. As far as the guard was concerned, no one would want to purposely go in the madhouse. The Inspector drove up the front of the building  lit a cigarette, popped on his black wide brim fedora and stepped out of his car into the cold, wet night air.  Two people with umbrellas met him as he checked that both of his Taurus .454 Casull magnums were in their holsters. A sultry voice spoke "Inspector Daniels I presume?" He looked up and towards the vo

"Running as fast as he can, his lungs, side and legs burn. But he knows that he can't stop, he can hear it, crashing through the underbrush behind him, panting, snuffling and growling. Closer, closer, and closer it comes. He's seeing spots now, and he can feel it's hot breath on his back and neck, stinking of blood and raw meat. He strains his eyes trying desperately to see in the half light of the moon. He turns, and runs into the side of a cave, a dead end. Dazed he gets to his feet trying to see the beast that's been chasing him, but the only thing he sees is a wall of fur and muscle, and then he hears a deep rolling growl. There's a seari