Oct 12, 2026 · 2 hr 35 min · 28 segments
Step past the ordinary fabric of reality and tumble directly into the infinite, claustrophobic corridors of the unknown. On this terrifying, feature-length special of *Nightfall*, we plunge deep into…
the envelope and dumps the deed and keys out onto the coffee table.
[papers rustling] Sawmill Gap.
Why does that sound familiar? My phone rings, [phone ringing] and I jump, nearly spilling my beer.
Hello.
Mr. Stevens, this is Director Hobson of the Augustine Mental Health Institution and Rehabilitation Facility.
How are you this evening?
I'm sorry, who is this?
Director Hobson of the Augustine Mental Health Institution and Rehabilitation Facility where your mother resides.
I have been trying to get ahold of your father, but he didn't pick up.
That's when I tried his emergency contact, which is his lawyer, who told me the awful news.
I am so sorry for your loss.
Only two of her words land in my brain, mother and resides.
"My mother is dead," I say.
Yes, well, we don't know that for sure.
We are still, um, separating bodies from the dormitory.
But the fire was so hot that it's been hard to get in there right away.
I hate to call you with ambiguous news, but I needed to make you aware of what was happening.
We hope she made it out of the building and is in the surrounding woods.
We have found a few patients there so far, so as I said, we are hopeful, but we are also realistic.
A horn honks outside [car honking] and I hear a man shout.
Get out of the damn road, you nut.
Still unsure about what is happening on this call, I stand and go to the window.
[feet stomping] A car is speeding off with a man sticking his hand out the window, giving someone the finger.
[car roaring] I think I see a person by the lamppost.
Are they waving?
the envelope and dumps the deed and keys out onto the coffee table.
[papers rustling] Sawmill Gap.
Why does that sound familiar? My phone rings, [phone ringing] and I jump, nearly spilling my beer.
Hello.
Mr. Stevens, this is Director Hobson of the Augustine Mental Health Institution and Rehabilitation Facility.
How are you this evening?
I'm sorry, who is this?
Director Hobson of the Augustine Mental Health Institution and Rehabilitation Facility where your mother resides.
I have been trying to get ahold of your father, but he didn't pick up.
That's when I tried his emergency contact, which is his lawyer, who told me the awful news.
I am so sorry for your loss.
Only two of her words land in my brain, mother and resides.
"My mother is dead," I say.
Yes, well, we don't know that for sure.
We are still, um, separating bodies from the dormitory.
But the fire was so hot that it's been hard to get in there right away.
I hate to call you with ambiguous news, but I needed to make you aware of what was happening.
We hope she made it out of the building and is in the surrounding woods.
We have found a few patients there so far, so as I said, we are hopeful, but we are also realistic.
A horn honks outside [car honking] and I hear a man shout.
Get out of the damn road, you nut.
Still unsure about what is happening on this call, I stand and go to the window.
[feet stomping] A car is speeding off with a man sticking his hand out the window, giving someone the finger.
[car roaring] I think I see a person by the lamppost.
Are they waving?
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