Michelle is standing on a long, old, forsaken road. The sun isn't out, but it isn't night yet, so the sky is dull gray, and everything is quiet. There are cornfields on both sides of her, stiff, because there is no wind to blow them.

"Michelle......Michelle" a voice whispers in her hair. She looks over, but no one is there. "Michelle....Michelle" it calls again. But again, she doesn't see anyone there.

One more time the voice whispers, and she looks ahead in the road. There is a gallow, with a swinger person on it. It was swinging! There is no wind. Michelle knew the voice was coming from the body. "MICHELLE!!" a voice screamed in her ear, and she turned around, and there was the body, hanging from the gallows, eyes open, and a toothy grin.