The fog creeps up onto the catwalks... while you never believed in ghosts or sea monsters - this fog never seemed to stop you from questioning that.

"It's a wonder this thing is still allowed to run, or running for that matter..." You think to yourself

A loud creaking, groaning sort of sounds echoes through the structure, you've grown accustomed to them, but this one is different it sounds sort of like a shriek, and it's much louder than it has ever been

You wonder why you even like doing the night shift, whatever, you're tougher than that.