Gunther shook nearly in time with the foundations of the building as thunder rolled around him.  He realized he was in serious trouble, as a corona started to appear on the edges of his vision, like a long lasting afterimage from the lightning flash.  He fumbled for his penlight in the darkness and turned it on, backing up against the cabinets in his office.  "There's a basement we can go to.  The thunder won't be as loud there.  Unfortunately, the only part of the basement I have the key to is... not pleasant."  Gunther fumbled in his key ring for the key to the "dungeon" that Ignatius had given him.<br/><br/>The dungeon was a relic of an earlier age of the treatment of mental illness, when those suffering from such illnesses were simply tortured on suspicion of being possessed by demonic forces.  If the asylum truly was haunted, Gunther would bet a great deal that the dungeon was the source of the ghosts.<br/><br/>Gunther slowly walked down the corridor, beckoning Brigit to come with him.  The dungeon was a nasty place, but it was better than sitting seperated from the howling rain by a thin pane of glass that could be shattered by the nearby thunder.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">To:  Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</span>