Escape From Hell Asylum

Well, good job. You are hoisted up by some strange figure. And they strapped your ankles and wrists to the table. Next thing you know, you can't breathe. And this figure standing above you starts cutting deep into your arms and legs. Dragging the scalpel up the inside of your arms, and down your legs. You try screaming but a hand is over your mouth. You die of blood loss, and asphyxiation. Since, well. There's no such things as ghosts, is there?