The Nightmare Maze

Sickly white moonlight floods the Boston night, and from your bedroom window you can see the damp rooftops shine, a static sea of silver and black. The monotonous bells of your downstairs clock inform you it is 2 AM on the morning of June 17th, 1854, and your skin starts to crawl as you realize there is little chance you will be able to stay awake much longer.

A bird flits past your window, and your heart jumps. "Someday," you tell yourself, "I will get fully over this irrational terror of birds." For now, though, the sudden appearance of a silly childhood fear has changed your perceptions. Every quiet creak becomes a murderer in the house, every shadow a dark ghost.

-- Welcome to The Nightmare Maze. Will you be able to reach 100% Insight and solve the mystery of this poor fellow's dreams? --