Just imagine opening your eyes and being confronted by complete and utter darkness, darker than the depths of hell. You can't move your arms. You can't move your legs. You can just about move your hands, enough to frantically scratch the hard surface in front of you until the flesh on your fingers begins to scrape away from the bone. Your chest tightens as you desperately gasp for breath as the air becomes thinner and thinner and the only sound you can hear is your own screams of agony and constant pounding of your panicked heart as the end closes in around you. Knowing that you've been buried alive! These are the strange, nightmarish thoughts that plague the disturbed, fevered mind of Guy Carrell and feed his deathly obsessions. But are his fears a paranoid delusion or are his darkest phobias about to become horrifically real.