The Legend Of Mike Lean

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One day at the police station a tall, blonde, mild mannered cop named Mike Christensen hears about a mysterious death. while investigating the death of a local clown, Mike Christensen uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, sharp sword circulating throughout hell. As soon as anyone uses the sword, he or she has exactly 352 days left to live according to the legend. The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look hazy. A marked person feels like a craggy stone to touch. Mike finds the sword, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images, harass his mind: a sharp hell hound balancing on a bleeding mountain, according to an old newspaper headline about a hanging accident

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