By a foggy night a man is adrift on an old boat on a dark still and foggy lake. Armed only with a weak petrol lantern that he carries at arm's lenght, he scans the darkness around him. A multitude of drowned ghosts reach out their hands and arms out of the perfectly still water, piercing throught the thick mist swirling slowly, illuminated by the pale light of a full moon. Of These specters, only their hands emerge from the water, sometimes a terrifying face, frozen in a mask of agony