August+novella

THE MENTAL MAN Prologue This is a diary filled with one of the most thrilling real life horror stories know to this world. the hard ship during this weak i spent at a mental institution is impossible to just put into words. I made friends and lost them in time periods as quick as 48 hours. I went threw four different cells tunneling in and out of them in order to save the inocent people inside them. I indoored injuries and almost starvation. I save Over a hundred with the cost of many others being murdered and all because of one "Mental Man."

May 11, 2007 Dear diary, Im starting my new job at a Mental institution tomorrow, I am unsure of what kind yet, but hey its a job and it sounds pretty chill. from the job description I was given it was just giving out pills to patients, and help calm them down when necessary. I know it sounds kinda creepy, but money is money and I need the job. I have just recently been lade off from my last job as a school substitute. I am 28 years old, I need this job to help get my life back on track. Im about 5 foot 10 and have dirty blond hair, and moderately pale skin. I am not very strong, but I am not frail, i would like to call my self fit. I live in Boston Massachusetts in Dorchester. The hospital is about a 10 minuet drive from my apartment in Uphams Corner. I got this job because my buddy's dad is the boss of the whole place, he owns it. My buddy's name is Walter The operation has been passed down threw his family for generations. Well thats all for tonight I got a big day ahead of me tomorrow, got to impress the new boss, and according to Walter first impressions on his dad will make or brake you with him. I havent always lived in boston I actually moved here from new york city. I got out of college when i was 24, I went to NYU, I did ok i got mostly B's and some C's. Right after college I came here to boston, My first job was a summer job at a place called the swan boats which is located right in the middle of the city, between the train stations arlington and Park street. The job was pretty simple it was just pedaling boats around and talking to tourists, you pedal this boat that has 5 rows of benches for people to sit in then there is a big fake swan at the back of the boat and inside that swan there is a seat, bike pedals and two ropes with wooden blocks attached to them. You use the pedals to move the boat forward and the ropes to steer, you pull on the right rope you go right, you pull on the left rope you go left. You pedal the boats in a circle and switch off every three trips with your partner that is assigned to that boat with you. You first pedal the boat around what we call the duck house then back towards the dock in which you were launched off, then under the bridge, around the island on the opposite side of the pond than the duck house then back to the dock. This gig got old and fast, plus it was only a summer job that payed 10$ an hour, I needed a year round job. Next i worked at a program for japanese foreign students that needed translators. I took japanese for 6 years, 4 years in high school and 2 years in collage. That job was pretty fun because i really like the japanese language and foreigners, they just seem to intrest me. I got fired from that job because apparently My translations were not as good as i thought they were, they told me to take one more year of Japanese and then come back, that was not happening. I had that job for about 3 years and the swan boat job for 2. Then I worked at Nike Town a shoe store, Its located right near the swan boats on new-bury street. That job was awesome, just cause i got free shoes, but free shoes and not a very high pay can only get you so far in an expensive town like boston. I had that Job for two years as well, then I worked as a secretary at an architecture company for a year and i am not nearly enough of an organised person to hold a job like that so I got fired. Finally this job came up, and at the perfect time I was just beginning to think i was never going to find the right job, but this gig this is perfect, its got great pay hardly any work, it sounds almost to good to be true, but then again maybe it is. I wonder why the pay is so high, maybe its the risk involved with dealing with mental patients. Well i am not going to get my self to worked up about it I need to see how the job really is tomorrow.

May 12, 2007 Dear Diary, I am here working my first day at this hospital for war veterans that have seen things that have changed their lives forever. The thought of it kind of creeps me out, but hey, I am getting paid twenty bucks an hour. Anyway, my first day is going fine. All I have to do is walk around giving people their medication. There are a couple of other workers I made friends with, John and Jimmy. We eat lunch together during breaks. john is a pretty tall guy about 6 foot. He has short dark hair, and a tan skin complexion. jimmy is a little closer to my hight at about 5 foot 10. He has light brown hair and is pretty strong. The uniform is not very stylish but pretty comfortable, we wear white scrubs like nurses would wear accept in all white. The job is pretty chill over all when we arnt giving patients there medication we are either sitting around doing nothing or calming down other patients having panic attacks or what ever it may be. nothing that happens around here is very normal at-least not to me. The hospital is pretty old it has been around since the 1950s. it is said that before this was a place for caring for war veterans it was a place for doing experiments on them to try and figure out what part of there brain triggers these panic attacks that are caused from things they have seen in there past in the war. most of these out brakes in emotions are caused by flash backs to the war, durring these flash backs they believe that they are acctualy back in the war and become very dangerous to other. I haven't even seen the boss let alone make a good impression in front of him, I dont know why Walter stressed this impression so much when I haven't even seen him all day. Looks like it’s about time to go home. The whistle just blew twice that means people on the second shift get to head on home.

May 16, 2007 Dear Diary, I am here at my fourth day of work. Everything was going fine up until now. The strangest thing happened, Jimmy was doing what he normally does, but today he never came back. There was no sign of him anywhere. He was just on his normal rout, giving the patients he was assigned to their medication. We looked for him every were, but there was no sign of him. The of a worker going missing in a war veterans hospital freaks me out, but I am sure he will turn up later in the day. For now we figured maybe he was feeling sick and went home early. So John and I went on with our normal day. Then at the same time again, the whistle blew twice, but Jimmy was still missing. At this point we were certain that he was sick, we didn't think any thing bad would happen to Jimmy because he was so strong. So I headed on home.

May 17, 2007 Dear Diary, The next day when I came to work Jimmy still was not there. When our boss called his home, no one picked up. As I was going through my normal routine, I noticed that one of my patients was not there, and no one else knew where he was. So I just went to the lunchroom and kind of forgot about it. But, when it was that time again, for the bell to ring, it didn’t. At this point I thought back, something has to wrong Jimmy is missing, there is a pataint out of his room, and the bell isn't on time. What the hell is going on! John and I went to see what was up. When we got to our boss’ office, we found him sitting in his chair facing the wall, just staring at it. I say his name in a quiet voice, “Boss” He does not answer. “ Mr.Guiligin?“ I ask in a louder voice. John says, “ He is probably sleeping, let’s wake him up.” John turned the chair around. I can’t describe what happened next but I will try. Our boss was dead. He had no fingers, and no eyes, and there were cuts all over his face and body, and then we saw something carved into the wall it was three lines dug deep in to the wall that some one had done with their nails. I quickly said, “We got to get out of here!” We both ran to the doors. As we passed by rooms we noticed patients and workers dead. All dead and looking the same way as our boss did and the same carving in every room. Then we noticed one room with no one in it, only a machete. It was the room of a mental patient that served in the Vietnam War and went crazy because they tortured him. We figured he must have gotten out and he was doing all of this. I grabbed his machete and we ran to the door only to find that it was locked. The doors were made out of metal so we could not break through them. We had to get out, but how? There was no escape. We decided to just hide until we thought it was safe.

May 18, 2007 Dear Diary, I am hiding in the vents with John. its a pain in the ass to write this in a crammed vent, but its worth it because it gives me something to do and keeps me sane. It has been 24 hours and we thought it would be safe by now. Plus we have to get out and eat something we are both starving. John got down and checked around and then said, ”Come on, it’s safe.” Then, just, as I am about to come down, Wham! The mental man smashes John into the metal cabinets. I shook with fear, and remained as still as possible, holding my hand to my mouth so I do not make a sound. I breathed as slowly and quietly as possible and held my breath for as long as i could when I could. I don’t know which is more sick, the sound of John screaming while the man ripped his eyes out, which, I gotta tell you, is just like when the little red ball snaps off the Paddle of a paddleball, or the man’s laughter while doing this. I held the machete close to my side in fear that he will see me if I move. After he was done with his massacre he stood there for a while, just standing there with his blood drenched shirt. He then yells out, "I got em sergeant." He must think that he is back in the war. after he yelled this he dragged his body away. All that was left was a puddle of blood. I was at a bad angle and couldn't see where he took him. If I moved my body to try to see he would either hear me moving or see me. I really need to find out where he is taking those bodies, because then maybe there are some that he has spared he could just be keeping them as his prisoner. Then I thought for a moment, I gasped and said, "I got it" I could fallow the trail of blood left by Johns dead body, the trail would lead me to where he is keeping them. I cant go out now though I am going to wait it out for as long as I could and when I think it is the safest. I find the best way to tolerate how hungry I am is to sleep and write in this diary. Yet right now writing in the diary is not quite doing it for me, so I am going to sleep. hope fully this wont be my last entry.

May 19, 2007 Dear Diary, I have been here now for 2 days all together now just watching the man walk around. i am starving, but i cant go down his is patrolling the whole hospital I am trying to figure out his routine so i can make a run for it at the best time. He knows I am here in the hospital, he just does not know were I am; the loud speaker came on, it was him. He was saying, “I know you’re here, and I know you have my machete, and when I find you I am going to do to you what I did to every one else and more.” Then every thing went silent. I dared not breathe. The loud speaker came on again, the man started to hum. It was all completely wrong notes. It sounded terrible. I started to freak out. He was playing games with me; he was trying to make me come out or move. But I did neither. The loud speaker went off again. I saw him walk into his room and fall asleep on his bed. I got out of the vent. It felt good to finally stretch. I walked over to his bed. He was asleep. He was a huge man, bigger than me. He had pale skin and dark thick wavy hair. He had rings under his eyes and cuts all over his fingers and he had long dirty nails. As I walked out of his room I noticed there was a telephone at the end of the hall! I could call for help. I started to run to it. Halfway there I stopped; I heard footsteps, I took out the machete and ran back to the man's room. He was gone. I quickly turned around. The man was right behind me. He grabbed my hand and took the machete. He said, “This is not yours, now is it?” I looked over and saw the metal cabinet behind him. I quickly pushed the man into the cabinet and locked the door. I ran into the closest place I could find because he already broke half way out of the cabinet. I ran into his room and hid in the closet. I got in the closet, and It smells horrific in here, like rotting flesh. I turned on the light, “shit!” Jimmy was right in front of my face, but with no eyes and no fingers just like the rest of them. I looked around the closet. All of the people that had gone missing were here. All appeared the same as Jimmy, no eyes, no fingers. I gasped as the door started to open. The man came in; I did not make a sound. He started to walk over to the closet. I had to hide myself. I did the best thing I could think of, hide under the bodies. The man opened the door but he did not see me. I didn’t move a muscle. He stood there for what seemed to be hours, but was only a couple of seconds. Then he left. I just lay there for a while to make sure it was safe. Then, just as I was getting up, he walked in, lay down on the bed and went to sleep. Then I got up and slowly close the closet door i didn't want to leave yet. I would rather stay in a room full of dead people then have him hear me coming out and make me one of the my self. I looked around the closet only to find ten patients and 3 workers, 2 of which were John and Jimmy and the other mr.guiliguin. I didn't know what to do, i stood there in silence for a moment and tried thinking of ideas on how to get out of this whole mess. I then realized that there were only ten Patients in here there are way more in the hospital, i then heard a bang underneath the floor boards. i looked back at the mental man to see if he had woken up, but he was still asleep. I pulled at one of the floor boards. there was a crack in the floor just big enough to fit my fingers in and pull up one of the boards. I looked down threw the hole in the floor i had just made a person screamed, "HELP US!" I ripped the floor boards out of the ground as quickly as i could. I reached down and heaved up the first person, it was one of the workers from the first shift, he still had his white scrubs on but they were covered in blood and ripped. His face was dirty. He had blondish brown hair, and was about 6 foot 1. He looked strong. He looked at me as if I had to heads he dropped to the ground and pointed towards me and said, "look out" with out hesitating I hit the ground in fear the mental man was behind me, and he was. When I dove to the floor i avoided getting my head sliced in by the mental mans machete. But he followed threw and sliced me back. I screamed, then I swung my legs around and swept his feet out from underneath him and he hit the ground with a bang. I told the work I had just saved to get up and fallow me. May 20, 2007 dear diary, We are in the cafeteria, we barricaded our selves in. Once we got out of the mental mans room we ran like hell all the way down to the first floor and into the cafeteria. After we baracaded the door neither of us spoke we just ran for the food. this was the first time in three days either of us had eaten. while we were chomping down on our feast the loud speaker came on. It was the mental man he said, "your in big trouble, and im going to find you and your friend kill both of you, every day that you dont come out from your hiding place I will kill one of your ailed soldiers." I figured he ment my co-workers and other mental patients when he said ailed soldiers. This wasn't good we had to think of a plan to get those people out and quick. I asked the worker I had saved what his name was, he replied, "Andrew." I said, "ok cool" and then introduced my self. Andrew was a tall guy about 6 foot 2 with dark brown eyes, he had jet black hair that was some what messy. his scrubs were dirty and stained with blood. He had an accent and had told me he was from China. I always felt foreign people were so interesting and so different with such different views on things. He was pretty strong looking, stronger than me I figured this would be helpful in the long run. I told him we needed to think of a way to get to the people with out him seeing us. Walter told me that it wasn't just that on spot under the floor boards where he was keeping people prisoner, there were three others. One was on the second floor underneath the infirmary room he stayed in after the war, another was under his floor boards in the room we had just come from on the third floor, another one on the fourth floor witch is a restricted area and abandon out of use part of the hospital, and a final one on the roof of the building in a shed he chained up to keep every one from getting out. May 21, 2007 Dear diary, I am starting to brain storm ideas on how to get these patients and workers out of these cells he is keeping them in. - one of us distracts the man and the other runs and tries to get as many people as we can (way to risky) - Make our way to the weapons room, that is full of weapons for not killing but controlling patients ( the room is pretty far away) -Tunnel our way to each cell (a good plan to get people on the second floor out) Hey Andrew what do you think of this for the people on the second floor how about we tunnel to the cell they are in. He then replied that could take a while but it is worth a shot. I then asked him if he knew what room was underneath the cell on the first floor. "YES" he yelled he then told me it is in the far left corner of the cafeteria. "Perfect lets get to work" I said. Wait we have to get to all the cells though that will only get us to the patients and workers in that cell. He then claimed, "i actually know the building quite well I could describe the building to you and where all the cells are" "Thats great tell me I will write it down." "Ok we are on the first floor, the second floor cell is in the left hand corner on the cafeteria as I said. Each cell is under neath the floor boards of another room on that floor. Under neath each floor in the building there is a space in between about a third of the hight of each real floor and covers the whole length of it. Now on the third floor it is under the infirmary room and I believe that is over the TV room. Here comes the bad part, the cell on the fourth floor is under an unused room, but its over The Mental Mans room. Thats going to be the hardest to get to. Next is The roof once we get there and get the last of them out we can try and signal for help and get the heck out of this hell hole." "Sounds good now lets get to work on that tunnel and get those people out, we will need all the help we can get for the rest of the rescue mition." "Ok lets do it" he responded. I then asked him how he knew all of this, and he told me that he was transfered to all the different cells and he had been working hear for a long time. may 22, 2007 dear diary, we started chipping away at the wall we looked for any thing to use to help it take less time but we had no luck. All of the forks, knives, spoons, and sporks are plastic. There made that way so the war veteran patients do not try to hurt them selves or each other with them. We have been using chair legs that are still attached to the chair to dig the hole in the wall to the second floor cell. Im sure you can imagine how tiring it is, holding a chair up of your head and chipping away at a celling for hours. I will tell you one thing its not fun. I felt bad like Andrew was doing all the work, he could keep up with chipping at the celling for much longer. To be honest I felt a bit useless, but i tried to work threw the pain. plus the spot on my back where he had sliced me was burning and irritated. I dont think that this plan i working out to well at the moment the day is almost up and we have hardly made a dent, Hold on i may have spoke to soon, Andrew just told me he got a hole, i ran over to see, it was great, well it was small about the circumference of the chair leg. But from hear we could just tare threw using the hole and be for we would know it we would be haling people out of there like there was know tomorrow. We ripped at the wall and could hear voices on the other side. we stopped for a second to listen, there was screaming it was a woman but we could tell it wasn't coming from the room we were digging to. We knew it was the Mental man killing his victim of the day, and all at once the guilt pored into my heart, a face came to the hole and said you have to hurry we need to get out now. I ripped at the hole and was telling the people in there to go at it too. Then the hole was big enough to fit a body threw. I whispered to send the first person down. She came down she had long blond hair blue eyes. she was about 5 foot 5 and she was a worker. Her shirt was not as dirty as Andrews. We hauled down the next person, It was a patient. He was squirming around and hard to keep hold of, he scraped his side and screamed like hell, we pulled him down. just as we were about to get the next person, and we heard foot steps above the room. I told every one to be quite, the floor boards above the cell started to come up. I told the nearest person to lay down on the hole so it would be covered. The man stood over the floor boards he had ripped up. He told one of the people to get up and said its you turn and chuckled. I screamed, "no!" I pushed the person laying on the hole to the side and ripped my self threw the hole cutting my sides on the edges of the narrow hole. I grabbed hold on the man he was pulling up to kill. I ripped him down with all my might and all the way threw the hole. I saved him. We both hit the ground hard. I looked back up and Andrew was grabbing another person. I shot up and got back in the hole to grab another two people and brought them down. there was only one left and Andrew grabbed him. I went back to the hole to double check that no one was forgotten, but there was one more. He was big, huge actually. I grabbed his leg, but he wouldn't budge. I stuck my head back threw the hole, and looked up at the man. It was him the Mental Man. He said, "you are not trying to take my prisoners are you?" He then raised his foot and booted me down threw the hole. I crashed threw the table we had been standing on to get threw the celling. I got up and Andrew and I gathered avery one and busted the threw the barricade we had set up on the door. We got every one threw, and I was the last to go. I looked back at the hole and saw the mental man going threw head first but he could hardly fit. He went back up and quickly ripped a few more inches of the hole and dove threw. He hit the ground hard and got up. His eyes were beat red, he had dark hair and dark rings under his eyes, brown eyes. He had scars all of his face, my guess is it was from the war. he started to walk towards me, I ran and caught up with the group. May 23, 2007 Dear diary. We are barricaded in the staff training room. We are staying in here until it is safe to go out. Andrew and I gave the people how had just go out of the cell the left over food we had on us from the caf. We are all telling stories to pass the time; It was my turn to tell a story. I was really obssed with the wiled west when I was a kid and I use to make my dad come up with these stories about them, I told one of the stories that he would tell me all of the time when I was a kid. It went something like this, “ I got on the country train and took a good hard look around me to make sure there weren’t any enemies in the area. I noticed a man sitting in the back a bus. He was werin all black and real raged clothes. He gave me a little smirk that seamed to say, how pitiful. I went to put my lugged in the back near him so I could get a better look at this man. I was going out to my lugged up and my boot caught the edge of some ones seat and I went tumbling down and hit the ground hard like a man who had gotten bucked off his horse. When I hit the ground I realized a bit oh the mans calve was shown and he had the skull and cross bones branded into his skin. This is the mark of my enemy’s clan. I looked up at him and he was pointing a gun straight at my head. I yelled out, “don't shoot.” But I knew he would so swept his legs out from under him, but he shot me in the leg. I yelled but recuperated quick enough to take his gun. I didn't waste any time, I was in pain; so I shot him right in the chest and he was dead in one shot.” Ok well no one seamed to like the story considering the situation we were in. I was to caught up in writing this diary I didn't realize we were on the topic of funny stories. May 24, 2007 dear diary, We had to think of a way to save all of these people. I couldn't live with another person dying and having my self to blame. We have alot more people know so it could be easier to distract the mental man the only thing left to do was to think of an efficient plan to distract him so no one would get hurt. The Patients that we saved from the second floor cells were on there meds and calmed down. luckily there were always extra meds kept in the staff lounge. There is not that many though only about enough to keep them under control for a day. Before they took there meds when we first got them out of the second floor cell they were bouncing off the walls, coo coo, nuts. They were screaming and yelling and trying to harm one another. Once we got them on there meds they calmed right down though. I think we need to get the third floor cell people out of there and get out of this room to get more meds for the patients before these ones where off. If we do not than we are going to have a whole other problem on our hands and have a bunch of mental men and women running around killing people and harming them selves and each other. I wont let that happen. May 25, 2007 dear diary, Im starting my new job at a Mental institution tomorrow, I am unsure of what kind yet, but hey its a job and it sounds pretty chill. from the job description I was given it was just giving out pills to patients, and help calm them down when necessary. I know it sounds kinda creepy, but money is money and I need the job. I have just recently been lade off from my last job as a school substitute. I am 28 years old, I need this job to help get my life back on track. Im about 5 foot 10 and have dirty blond hair, and moderately pale skin. I am not very strong, but I am not frail, i would like to call my self fit. I live in Boston Massachusetts in Dorchester. The hospital is about a 10 minuet drive from my apartment in Uphams Corner. I got this job because my buddy's dad is the boss of the whole place, he owns it. My buddy's name is Walter The operation has been passed down threw his family for generations. Well thats all for tonight I got a big day ahead of me tomorrow, got to impress the new boss, and according to Walter first impressions on his dad will make or brake you with him. This is the stuff I was writing about before, It shows how much more care free life was for me and how good it was going up until now. I was starting a great new job, now; im fighting for my life and others as well, now I have to save every one, now every day these people are not safe another one of them dies. Before I would be talking about my life in this diary writing about my hobbies and interests and how my day went. I would talk about where I live and the oddest thing that would happen in my day back then would be that the TV remote is missing. All my worries back then were impressing my boss now I am hiding in the staff lounge at a mental institution, and my boss that I was trying so hard to impress is dead, along with half of the workers and patients at the hospital. I then had a flash back to the death of my boss" I say his name in a quiet voice, “Boss” He does not answer. “ Mr.Guiligin?“ I ask in a louder voice. John says, “ He is probably sleeping, let’s wake him up.” John turned the chair around. I can’t describe what happened next but I will try. Our boss was dead. He had no fingers, and no eyes, and there were cuts all over his face and body, and then we saw something carved into the wall it was three lines dug deep in to the wall that some one had done with their nails. I quickly said, “We got to get out of here!” We both ran to the doors. As we passed by rooms we noticed patients and workers dead. All dead and looking the same way as our boss did and the same carving in every room. Then we noticed one room with no one in it, only a machete. It was the room of a mental patient that served in the Vietnam War and went crazy because they tortured him." it seamed like it was just an hour ago things were normal but i knew thing were not going to be normal for a while. may 25, 2007 Dear diary, We are going to attempt to get the people in the third floor Cell out. The plan is for andrew and I to run out and go from room to room then up the stars until we make it to the room above the cell. Again Andrew knows his way around this place really well. First we are going to go threw three mental patients rooms. Next we would go to one of the infirmaries that is located next to the nearest stair case. Next we would sprint up the stares and into The bosses office. There is a door in the bosses office with a lock on it. we would have to break the lock of and get in to the file room. the File room was the only room with a window that was un-bared. we would go out the window and walk along the ledge witch was the thickest and easiest to stand on of the ledges on all four floors. Mean while the Man that I had garbed and saved from the Mental man unlocked the bared window that he would then have to take the crow bar that we found in the lounge to bend the bars so we could fit threw. We would then hop in to Infirmary and go to the corner of the room and dig up the floor boards so we could get the people out. From there we would find our way back to the lounge. May 25,2007 Dear diary, We ran out of the staff lounge and into the first patents room, I dove under the bed, my heart was pounding. Andrew told me to get up that it was clear to go when he said this I had a flash back. " John got down and checked around and then said, ”Come on, it’s safe.” Then, just, as I am about to come down, Wham! The mental man smashes John into the metal cabinets. I shook with fear, and remained as still as possible, holding my hand to my mouth so I do not make a sound. I breathed as slowly and quietly as possible and held my breath for as long as i could when I could. I don’t know which is more sick, the sound of John screaming while the man ripped his eyes out" I shook my head and got out. I looked around the room the bed was covered in blood the marks from the mental man were on the wall. Andrew said, "come on man lets go next room." He ran out the door and i shot out after him. cought a glimpse down the hall way as I ran to the next room, It was the mental man, he sprinted in the other direction with out seeing me. or did he. I told Andrew, he responded, "fallow me." I ran along side him, we passed the room we were planing to go into next. We then turned into the infirmary. I told Andrew, "come on we can keep going lets go." He responded, we have to stop here the patents we are with are getting loopy again and they need more meeds this is the place to get them. He opened a cabinet and dumped all of the meds in to a plastic bag he had in his pocket. He put the bag back into his pocket and said, "now we can go." We ran out the door and busted threw the door to the stare case and ran up. once we got up the stairs we ran down the hall way to the bosses room. we locked the door, i looked around there was blood and papers all over the desk. framed pictures and diplomas were cracked. you could tell mr. guilligan did not go down with out a fight. we broke open a fire extinguisher case and got the extinguisher. I was hopping it might be possible for an alarm to go off and some one on the out side would hear it or a fire department would get the signal, but no such luck. he had cut off all the power disabling us to connect with the rest of the world. We used the fire extinguisher to bang the lock of the file room. It took a while but we got it. Right as we broke threw the lock there was a bang at the office door. we stooped, and stood as still as possible. there was another bang and it seemed as thought he floor shook. It was the man trying to get in. It had to be. we ran out threw the file room. andrew opened the window and went out, I looked around and took the opportunity to grab the mans file. Andrew called my name and I climbed out the window we shimmied along the wall and to the tv room. On the way i looked to threw one of the windows and saw the man running towards the direction of the room. We heard the man we had saved, "joe" screaming and we got to the window as quick as possible. we looked threw the window and saw joe being dragged out. We jumped into the room and started to rip up the floor boards. The loud speaker came on and it was him, he said, "I know what you trying to do and its not going to work, these people are my prisoners and I am going to keep it that way Im coming back to that cell to check on them and if your there I will kill you on the spot." we jumped into the cell and covered up the floor boards.

May 25, 2007 Dear diary,  We are in the cell and there are foot steps above our heads. Then the floor boards came up, IT was him he looked down into the hole. He pointed at andrew and told him to get up. Andrew did so, he pulled him out of the hole and killed him right there Andrew was dead. "I asked the worker I had saved what his name was, he replied, "Andrew." I said, "ok cool" and then introduced my self. Andrew was a tall guy about 6 foot 2 with dark brown eyes, he had jet black hair that was some what messy. his scrubs were dirty and stained with blood. He had an accent and had told me he was from China. I always felt foreign people were so interesting and so different with such different views on things. He was pretty strong looking, stronger than me I figured this would be helpful in the long run." It wasnt so much his strength but his smarts, he guided us threw to a successful save of a whole Cell and about to be two by the time im done here. You may ask your self why I did not try to help, it's was because we had promised each other not to put any one ells at risk no matter what, it would be for the best in the long run, rest his soul. may 26, 12:06 2007 dear diary, I am in the cell The Mental man did not realize i was in here when he came to cover the cell with the floor boards. When I was sure that he had left I lifted up the floor boards to grab the crowbar Joe had drooped during his scuffle with the mental man. I put the floor boards back over once I got back into the cell. I quickly started chipping at the ground, it looked like they had already started to dig. One by one with out a word they all joined in to help me. We were making great progress from experience from the last cell the distance from the cell to the floor underneath it was about a foot in length. We were about 4 inches threw it with a circle that was about 18 inches in diameter. We all took brakes in groups of 5 there were allot of people in this cell about 15 or 20 it would be a huge pain in my ass to get every one out, and do it safely with out any deaths. It would have been helpful to have Andrew here so we could think of a quick and efficient way to get every one to safety. I started to think about where I was and where I would be after we got threw to the other side. Then I remembered I had written an entry stating every thing andrew had told me about the hospital knowing it would come in handy later which it now did. "Ok we are on the first floor, the second floor cell is in the left hand corner on the cafeteria as I said. Each cell is under neath the floor boards of another room on that floor. Under neath each floor in the building there is a space in between about a third of the hight of each real floor and covers the whole length of it. Now on the third floor it is under the infirmary room and I believe that is over the TV room. Here comes the bad part, the cell on the fourth floor is under an unused room, but its over The Mental Mans room. Thats going to be the hardest to get to. Next is The roof once we get there and get the last of them out we can try and signal for help and get the heck out of this hell hole." Perfect So we are bellow the Infirmary room which is over the TV room. Once we dig the hole threw to the TV room we will be on the second floor. I beileve the TV room was right across from the nurses room... OH NO! Andrew hand the bags of meds for the patents. "we have to stop here the patents we are with are getting loopy again and they need more meeds this is the place to get them. He opened a cabinet and dumped all of the meds in to a plastic bag he had in his pocket." Shit thats going to put all of these people at risk by getting those meds, but I had to It was also putting people at risk by having loopy patients around. So I would grab the meds and we would just do what andrew and I did to get to the Infirmary, but backwards. We would go threw each patients rooms along the way back to the staff lounge. May 26, 2007 dear diary, We finally got threw to the other side, I ran over to the hole to see, It was a small hole shining threw to the other side It was like the light at the end of the tunnel, but I soon came to face the reality that I was only half way there. I still had two more cells to get to. But i couldn't get hung up on that fact I had to live for what was happening now so i could get these people out of here. I took the crow bar and stuck it threw the small hole. I started to rip up the hole threw to the other side so that It would go all the way around to the cover the whole hole. soon enough it was big enough to go threw. I decided to go threw first to make sure every thing was safe. I jumped down and landed on a couch, I looked around and I was in the TV room and there was no Mental Man in site. I started garbing people and bring them down as fast as I can. Before I knew it I was bring down the last person and there had been know fuss from the patients perhaps they were to hungry to even put up a fight. I put the person down and ran out to the door way, it was all clear. I then ran over to the nurses room and opened the cabinets, there were not many pills left, but what ever i could get i would take. I shoved them all in a bag and put them in my pocket. I then ran to the next room over and called the rest of the people to come. They all got in and I told them to wait. I ran to the next room and then called them we were making great progress. I then ran to the next room and called them over but no one came. I called again, "lets go what are you doing?" A worker then yelled back, "a patient is going nuts, this was his room and he is clinging to the bed saying I want to sleep." I ran back to the room and tried to rip him off the bed but it was no use he would not budge. I then took out the pills in my pocket and forced them down his throat, he started to calm down. I then decided to skip a room and run all the way to the last one before the break room. This time we all ran together and we made it just fine. we then got the break room and pounded at the door. The door opened and I threw every one in one by one. I went last and when I got in the door I rest up the barricade. I took out the pills and gave them to each patient and still had some left over. At this point the patients were going nuts, and yelling at each other once they got there pills they stopped. Looks like I got back just in the nick of time to because any more yelling could have led the Mental man to us and we would have been goners. I then got the rest of the people I saved food from the staff refrigerator. May 26, 2007 dear diary, I will know take this time to read what is in the Mental Mans file. The mans name was George Smith. He 6 foot 5 inches. His weight was 232 pounds. He had served in the Vietnam Nam War. It said that he had checked in 14 years ago, after he killed his wife and kids by cutting there fingers off and then ripping there eyes and and then leaving them to bleed out and die. this happened about 2 months after getting back from the war. In the report it calmed that had pleaded his commander had told him to, after the judge heard this they sent him to the hospital. In the report It also had a section that talked about what he did in the war. It turned out he was an agent and assassin that would be sent to kill important figure heads with his partner. It said that his partner had become his best friend and they always had each others backs. Then on a mition to kill a government official of Vietnam he was shot in the head and killed right along side George. George then stayed with the body of his partner and the guards took him into imprisonment. They tortured him with water boarding, wiping, they made him drink gasoline, and also hitting his legs and hands with a wooden bat, but he never talked one day he found his way out and treaded threw miles of swamp to get his way back to the first U.S. base he saw. This was the turning point in his life. While in the mental institution he had several incidents leading up to the killing of all these people. He had beat one other patient in to a coma after a worker had forgotten to give him his medication. It took 10 Workers to contain him. Another incident was when he beet a worker half way to death while trying to give him his pills think they were trying to poison him. Had know one seen this he would have killed him, this time it took 12 workers to contain him. The worker he beat was in critical condition in the hospital and in intensive care for a month. The rest of the incidents were just him knocking workers and patients out but thats all. then there was large gap and the most recent addition to the document was that he was missing. May 27, 2007 dear diary, Im getting ready to go to the forth floor cell alone. Here is the plan, first I run directly to the stair case I would then sprint up with them to the third floor. I will go back to the third floor cell to pick up the crow bar I had so idiotically left behind. Next I would clime back out of the cell and make my way to the elevator and take is up to the forth floor which was unused. There is no stair case leading to the forth floor and that is why I would have to take the elevator. once I get tot the fourth floor I will have use my flash light. I found the flash light in the staff lounge under the sink. I would have to use the flash light because it is going to be pitch black on the fourth floor, it is unused so there are no lights and the windows are all boarded up. I would then take the floor boards up with the crow bar I would then take the bag full of food and meds and throw it down to one of the workers in the cell, I would then tell them I would be back and tell them not to move. Then I would clim up the later to the roof with the rest of the food and pills. I would then go over to the shack they were kept in and brake the lock off the door. I would then give them the rest of the food and pills and tell them I would be back later and not to move. Then I go back down to the fourth floor cell and get the people out we would then take the elevator back down to the second floor and make a dash for the Staff room. Now it was time to execute that. I ran out of the staff training room with my back pack on that had the food, water, Pills and flash light inside it. I sprinted to the stairs. I did not look back once just kept going. I was about three forth of the way up the steps to the third floor then bam I tripped and smashed my chin on the steps. there was blood dripping all over the place but there was no time to care for my self I had to keep going. I got to the third floor and ran in to the infirmary. I ripped up the floor boards and hopped in. I put the floor boards I had took up back over just in case. I reached down to grab the crow bar and just as i was about to pick it up i heard foot steps. My heart stopped, and i paused and froze in my place. The foot steps were getting closer, the steps were not loud but they were heavy, they were slow has well. They got closer and closer and then I heard one of the boards coming up, it was him it had to be. I jumped down to the TV room threw the hole. I ran for the steps and heard him scream, "NO" I couldn't go back to the staff room not now. I ran up the steps. I would have to run past the Infirmary room where he was and to the elevator at the end of the hall. I got to the the third floor and sprinted passed the room. I looked in side there he was staring back at me with his blood shot eyes, he then smiled. I kept running, I looked behind me and there he was sprinting towards me. I kept running even faster. I reached the elevator and pressed the button about a hundred times before it finally opened. I got inside and hit the close door button just before he got there. then a the blade of his machete came threw and stuck in as the elevator went up. I was about half way to the forth floor and the power went out. Shit, he must have cut the power, I looked around the elevator and saw on the there was a latch to a door to get out. I turned the latch and swung the escape door down. I climbed out on top of the elevator and looked over the side and took out the machete. When I garbed it and looked at it I had a flash back, I quickly turned around. The man was right behind me. He grabbed my hand and took the machete. He said, “This is not yours, now is it?” I looked over and saw the metal cabinet behind him. I quickly pushed the man into the cabinet and locked the door. I ran into the closest place I could find because he already broke half way out of the cabinet. I ran into his room and hid in the closet. I got in the closet, and It smells horrific in here, like rotting flesh. I turned on the light, “shit!” Jimmy was right in front of my face. It was his dead corps. I snapped out of it and got my flash light out, I had to move quickly. I shined the light around and spotted a later. The door to the forth floor wasn't to far of a climb away. I started up the latter. I climbed quickly and efficiently. I got to the elevator door and took out my crow bar. I jammed it threw and wrenched the door open and steeped in to the pitch black of the forth floor. I shined my flash light around and spotted the latter to the roof on the wall. The cell was in the right hand corner of the floor so I started to walk that way. I was about half way there and my foot fell threw the floor. I drooped my flash light and fell to my hands. Out of anger i ripped my foot out of the hole as quick as possible. I picked up my flash light and shined it in front of the path I would walk on. You could see where the wood was routed and unstable. I was cautions not to step on any more. I got to the corner and ripped up the floor boards, the people were moaning and and yelling I shined the flash light down and gave the food, water, and meds to the first worker I found. I then told them i would be back and ran over to the latter not being to cautions to the rotting spots in the floor jumping over each on the way to the latter. I then Used my momentum to leap up and grab on to the latter. I quickly regained my self from the impact and climbed up. I hit the door to the roof as hard as I could with my hand but it wouldn't budge. over and over and over again i smacked at the door but there was no luck. I took out my crow bar and started to hit the door with that, but still no luck. I then took out the machete. I stuck it threw the crack to the out side and slid it along the edge. About half way along I hit some thing. It was the thing holding the door down. I then cocked the machete all the way back to the side of the crack. I then thrusted my hand forward and went straight threw it. Bam I was out I busted the top off and looked out. It was mid day and cold. I climbed out and looked around and saw the shed. I ran over and started to hit away at the lock on it. Within a few strikes I had broken threw. I threw in the rest of the food and Meds to one of the workers and told them I would be back. I turned around and a worker grabbed my arm, she said, "no we are freezing out hear one of us has already died, please do something." I then told them to follow me. We ran to the door on top of the roof and climbed down the latter one by one. I told every one where to stand so no one would fall threw the floor. I then guided every one over to the cell and had every on in the cell get out and have the people from the roof get in. I gave the people from the roof my crow bar and told them to start to dig a hole, and If they finished the hole before I got there not to leave. I took the rest of the people from the forth floor cell and guided them to the elevator door. we all went down the latter and on top of the elevator. On the other side of the elevator tunnel there was another latter with space to clime down. we all climbed down to the second floor and I opened the the elevator with the machete. We all got into the hall way of the second floor and ran to the Staff room. Just as i started to think this was the most successful save yet Wam. The man tackled the patent at the back of the line and snapped his neck. I told every on to keep running, I got every one inside the room and barricaded the door. just as i finished the barricade the man started to bang at the door and scream and yell. this went on for five minutes. Then it was really quite and all the sudden the loud speaker cam on. It was the man he said, "Thats the last prison group thats getting out of there cell, when i catch you im going to rip you from lim from lim, AHHH! i might just kill them off before you get there" the loud speaker went off. I jumped up garbed my machete and bag with the flash light, undid the barricade and ran out the door. I went straight for the nurses office. I grabbed a seringe and put medication in it. I put it in my bag and ran to the stairs. I got about to thirds of the way up and had a flash back, " was about three forth of the way up the steps to the third floor then bam I tripped and smashed my chin on the steps. there was blood dripping all over the place but there was no time to care for my self I had to keep going." I felt at my chin it was crusted over with blood and i could feel the line where my skin was disconnected. I had to keep going last time and i have to now. i made it up the rest of the steps, and carried my momentum threw to third floor hall way, It was very quite it was scary quite, but i kept going. I got to the elevator and jammed the Machete in and split it open quicker than i ever had before. The latter was on the other side of the tunnel. I ran back to get a running start and sprinted toward the open shaft and leaped accrues and garbed the ladder. I climbed the ladder as quick as possible. Before I knew it i was at the top of the shaft and at the fourth floor. the door was still open I climbed up. I ran across the floor tripping threw holes in the floor, but i just kept going. I got to the cell and ripped every one out as quick as possible, grabbed my flash light back out of my bag and shined it on the ground in front of every one and said come on lets go. One of the workers then replied what are you doing we dug a hole remember we are almost threw to the third floor. Oh my go i said i forgot, we all jumped back in the Cell. I picked the strongest worker i saw and told him to start chipping with the crowbar, I then joined in and chipped with my machete. with in minuets we were threw to the other side. We had a big enough hole to fit people threw I jumped down and started feeding people threw the hole. I then had a flash back, " We hauled down the next person, It was a patient. He was squirming around and hard to keep hold of, he scraped his side and screamed like hell, we pulled him down. just as we were about to get the next person, and we heard foot steps above the room. I told every one to be quite, the floor boards above the cell started to come up. I told the nearest person to lay down on the hole so it would be covered. The man stood over the floor boards he had ripped up. He told one of the people to get up and said its you turn and chuckled. I screamed, "no!" I pushed the person laying on the hole to the side and ripped my self threw the hole cutting my sides on the edges of the narrow hole. I grabbed hold on the man he was pulling up to kill. I ripped him down with all my might and all the way threw the hole. I saved him. We both hit the ground hard. I looked back up and Andrew was grabbing another person. I shot up and got back in the hole to grab another two people and brought them down. there was only one left and Andrew grabbed him. I went back to the hole to double check that no one was forgotten, but there was one more. He was big, huge actually. I grabbed his leg, but he wouldn't budge. I stuck my head back threw the hole, and looked up at the man. It was him the Mental Man. He said, "you are not trying to take my prisoners are you?" He then raised his foot and booted me down threw the hole. I crashed threw the table we had been standing on to get threw the celling. I got up and Andrew and I gathered avery one and busted the threw the barricade we had set up on the door. We got every one threw, and I was the last to go. I looked back at the hole and saw the mental man going threw head first but he could hardly fit. He went back up and quickly ripped a few more inches of the hole and dove threw. He hit the ground hard and got up. His eyes were beat red, he had dark hair and dark rings under his eyes, brown eyes. He had scars all of his face, my guess is it was from the war. he started to walk towards me, I ran and caught up with the group." I prayed that this rescue would not end up like that I couldn't take another close encounter like that again, last time i almost did not get the person the man was trying to kill. I then started haling people down threw the hole like crazy I did not want this to happen again. I got every one out with out any trouble. I told them all to fallow me. I ran to the steps and made suer every one was close by. We were all set, we ran down the stairs and to the second floor. We sprinted out and down the hall I knocked on the door of the staff lounge, the door opened. I got every on inside then bam I hit the ground, I looked up and there was the mental man towering over me. He cocked back his leg and kicked me in the ribs as hard as he could, I heard a snap and screamed, shooting sharp pains went all threw my chest. All noise went blank, I knew I was screaming, but couldn't hear my self. I looked up and could see him laughing, then my hearing came back he looked down and said, "its all over now" I looked around and saw the machete, I lunged for it, but he steeped on it. I then had a flash back, " I quickly turned around. The man was right behind me. He grabbed my hand and took the machete. He said, “This is not yours, now is it?” I looked over and saw the metal cabinet behind him. I quickly pushed the man into the cabinet and locked the door. I ran into the closest place I could find because he already broke half way out of the cabinet. I ran into his room and hid in the closet. I got in the closet, and It smells horrific in here, like rotting flesh. I turned on the light, “shit!” Jimmy was right in front of my face. It was his dead corps." This was a reoccurring flash back and these flash backs were getting worse, I wondered If i was going crazy my self being in this hole situation. I then kicked his legs out from underneath him. I then took my back pack off and took out the niddle. The man had got up and had the machete cocked back behind his head I then stabbed the niddle into his chest he screamed and hit the floor, The medication knocked him out, I guess i was not really cut out to being a nurse cause I got him the wrong meds. I then collapsed, I fainted. Next thing I knew I was in the Staff lounge. I asked how long i head been out and they told me just and hour. I looked out side the door the man was gone. I asked where he was and every one was sigh-lent, my heart dropped my work want done yet.

May 28, 2007 dear diary, this was my first mition to save any one in a cell I cant believe how hard it was and that i made it threw saving four more cells to come, I lost friends and had the blood of peoples deaths on my conceits. we started chipping away at the wall we looked for any thing to use to help it take less time but we had no luck. All of the forks, knives, spoons, and sporks are plastic. There made that way so the war veteran patients do not try to hurt them selves or each other with them. We have been using chair legs that are still attached to the chair to dig the hole in the wall to the second floor cell. Im sure you can imagine how tiring it is, holding a chair up of your head and chipping away at a celling for hours. I will tell you one thing its not fun. I felt bad like Andrew was doing all the work, he could keep up with chipping at the celling for much longer. To be honest I felt a bit useless, but i tried to work threw the pain. plus the spot on my back where he had sliced me was burning and irritated. I dont think that this plan i working out to well at the moment the day is almost up and we have hardly made a dent, Hold on i may have spoke to soon, Andrew just told me he got a hole, i ran over to see, it was great, well it was small about the circumference of the chair leg. But from hear we could just tare threw using the hole and be for we would know it we would be haling people out of there like there was know tomorrow. We ripped at the wall and could hear voices on the other side. we stopped for a second to listen, there was screaming it was a woman but we could tell it wasn't coming from the room we were digging to. We knew it was the Mental man killing his victim of the day, and all at once the guilt pored into my heart, a face came to the hole and said you have to hurry we need to get out now. I ripped at the hole and was telling the people in there to go at it too. Then the hole was big enough to fit a body threw. I whispered to send the first person down. She came down she had long blond hair blue eyes. she was about 5 foot 5 and she was a worker. Her shirt was not as dirty as Andrews. We hauled down the next person, It was a patient. He was squirming around and hard to keep hold of, he scraped his side and screamed like hell, we pulled him down. just as we were about to get the next person, and we heard foot steps above the room. I told every one to be quite, the floor boards above the cell started to come up. I told the nearest person to lay down on the hole so it would be covered. The man stood over the floor boards he had ripped up. He told one of the people to get up and said its you turn and chuckled. I screamed, "no!" I pushed the person laying on the hole to the side and ripped my self threw the hole cutting my sides on the edges of the narrow hole. I grabbed hold on the man he was pulling up to kill. I ripped him down with all my might and all the way threw the hole. I saved him. We both hit the ground hard. I looked back up and Andrew was grabbing another person. I shot up and got back in the hole to grab another two people and brought them down. there was only one left and Andrew grabbed him. I went back to the hole to double check that no one was forgotten, but there was one more. He was big, huge actually. I grabbed his leg, but he wouldn't budge. I stuck my head back threw the hole, and looked up at the man. It was him the Mental Man. He said, "you are not trying to take my prisoners are you?" He then raised his foot and booted me down threw the hole. I crashed threw the table we had been standing on to get threw the celling. I got up and Andrew and I gathered avery one and busted the threw the barricade we had set up on the door. We got every one threw, and I was the last to go. I looked back at the hole and saw the mental man going threw head first but he could hardly fit. He went back up and quickly ripped a few more inches of the hole and dove threw. He hit the ground hard and got up. His eyes were beat red, he had dark hair and dark rings under his eyes, brown eyes. He had scars all of his face, my guess is it was from the war. he started to walk towards me, I ran and caught up with the group. This was a first save and I saved the rest of the people or so they think, but I know they are far from safe because the man i still out there and im going to do something about that, I cant believe Im going to say this, but im going to kill him.

May 28, 2007 Dear Diary, He is no where to be found and I have looked every where for a way out, but have had no luck. I thought I should set up a booby trap so when I do see him I can try to lead him in to it. I found the room where they hid the weapons for a situation like this. I unlocked the door and took hold of a shotgun and a dagger. I took the gun and put it on a table. I tied some rope I found on the ground to the trigger on the gun. Then I hooked the rope to the wall behind the gun, brought it forward and hooked it onto both walls, like a trip wire, so if anyone stepped on it they would be shot and killed. I took the dagger and headed to the man’s room. He wasnt there. I looked every where in his room and all around, in each cell. I then decided to go and find the power maybe that would lead him out from where he was. I think anrew had mentioned something about a locked room on the first floor where the emergency power switch was. I decided to head down for it. I ran down the steps and saw a door that had a lightning bolt on it. I was chained up pretty tight but since i had been hear i had gained muscle i had never had before, i guess it was from being active all of the time. I took the crowbar out of my bag and put the hooked end threw threw the first chain and ripped threw it as hard as i could, after a few rips at it i broke threw, i then put the hooked end threw where the lock was on the door. Why this door was so locked up i had know idea but i didnt question it to much. I ripped open this like it was nothing. I busted threw the door and I was in there was just one switch and so i flicked it up and all the lights and exit sighs were on. I ran out and sprinted up the steps looking threw each floor but there was still no sighn of him any where, I decided to check the roof. I ran to the fourth floor and walked to the elevator half way there I crashed to the ground and had a flash back, " I kept running even faster. I reached the elevator and pressed the button about a hundred times before it finally opened. I got inside and hit the close door button just before he got there. then a the blade of his machete came threw and stuck in as the elevator went up. I was about half way to the forth floor and the power went out." These flash backs were terrible, took out some meds i just took one, and started to feel better. I then kept running to the elevator and got there and pressed the button. It worked, the elevator came down, i got in and went to the forth floor and got up. I took out my flash light and walked acrose the floor to the ladder on the other side. I climbed up and reopened the door to the roof. i climbed up and looked around, There was snow every where, I saw the man. He didn't resize that i was on the roof, He was holding his hand on his face, he said, "im sorry sargent im a failuer i let em go they escaped" he then stated to punch him self in the face i then ran over and pushed him to the ground, and stabbed his leg with all my might. I took a step back. He got up and ripped the dagger out of his leg. He swiped at me with the dagger and cut my arm. I kicked the dagger out of his hand and ran. He did not bother to pick the dagger back up; he just hobbled after me. I ran to the door on the ground of the roof and climbed down the ladder but he was not far behind, I ran along the the floor of the forth floor and about half way to the elevator I fell threw, i scraped my legs on the wood but recovered quickly I ran to the elevator and got in before he could make it and went down, I thought to my self how is he going to know where i am. I then thought that i would have to wait for him to take the elevator down and then have him chase me. I got down to the third floor and there he was standing right there, he tried to tackle me but i used a move i had learned from freshman foot ball in high school, "dip and rip" so i did just that i ducked down then as he was next to me i thrusted my arm and body up and shoved him passed me, i then ran to the stairs again he was still right behind me. I led him to the trap. I jumped over the rope and dove out of the way. He stepped on the rope and the shotgun did not fire; I forgot to load it. I was backed into the corner. He kept walking toward me. Suddenly a man, who came from nowhere, ran up from behind and got the mental man in a chokehold. He quickly jabbed a needle into his neck and injected him with knockout medicine. He fell to the ground. I was saved. May 29, 2007 dear diary, The mans name was George Smith. He 6 foot 5 inches. His weight was 232 pounds. He had served in the Vietnam Nam War. It said that he had checked in 14 years ago, after he killed his wife and kids by cutting there fingers off and then ripping there eyes and and then leaving them to bleed out and die. this happened about 2 months after getting back from the war. In the report it calmed that had pleaded his commander had told him to, after the judge heard this they sent him to the hospital. In the report It also had a section that talked about what he did in the war. It turned out he was an agent and assassin that would be sent to kill important figure heads with his partner. It said that his partner had become his best friend and they always had each others backs. Then on a mition to kill a government official of Vietnam he was shot in the head and killed right along side George. George then stayed with the body of his partner and the guards took him into imprisonment. They tortured him with water boarding, wiping, they made him drink gasoline, and also hitting his legs and hands with a wooden bat, but he never talked one day he found his way out and treaded threw miles of swamp to get his way back to the first U.S. base he saw. This was the turning point in his life. While in the mental institution he had several incidents leading up to the killing of all these people. He had beat one other patient in to a coma after a worker had forgotten to give him his medication. It took 10 Workers to contain him. Another incident was when he beet a worker half way to death while trying to give him his pills think they were trying to poison him. Had know one seen this he would have killed him, this time it took 12 workers to contain him. The worker he beat was in critical condition in the hospital and in intensive care for a month. The rest of the incidents were just him knocking workers and patients out but thats all. then there was large gap and the most recent addition to the document was that he was missing. Until now, George had killed 189 people at the hospital, 102 patients and 87 workers, and imprisoning 152 people for 6 days. During this time a worker who had just started about a 2 weeks previous had managed to save 149 of the people imprisoned and make it out alive him self. He was 5 foot 11 inches, 162 pounds. He had dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He was not strong and was not weak, but fit. He hid in the vents for 2 days and then came in a close incounter with George. He then took a man out of one of the cells by the name of andrew, he was a tall guy about 6 foot 2 with dark brown eyes, he had jet black hair that was some what messy. he was chinese. He helped successfully save people in 2 of the 4 cells and then died at the wrath of George while saving the people in the third floor cell. The Worker then went on to save the rest of the people in the building going from floor to floor and getting each person out of the cells and to safety. He then came face to face with the mental man with an unloaded shot gun he was going to use to kill him and in the face of death he was saved at the last second by the swat team who got the clue that some thing was wrong from friend and family of all the workers at the hospital being reported missing. They took George or the mental man to a high security psych ward I will have to get the rest of the details later. June 1, 2007 Dear Diary, I am here working my first day at this hospital for war veterans that have seen things that have changed their lives forever. The thought of it kind of creeps me out, but hey, I am getting paid twenty bucks an hour. Anyway, my first day is going fine. All I have to do is walk around giving people their medication. There are a couple of other workers I made friends with, John and Jimmy. We eat lunch together during breaks. john is a pretty tall guy about 6 foot. He has short dark hair, and a tan skin complexion. jimmy is a little closer to my hight at about 5 foot 10. He has light brown hair and is pretty strong. The uniform is not very stylish but pretty comfortable, we wear white scrubs like nurses would wear accept in all white. The job is pretty chill over all when we arnt giving patients there medication we are either sitting around doing nothing or calming down other patients having panic attacks or what ever it may be. nothing that happens around here is very normal at-least not to me. The hospital is pretty old it has been around since the 1950s. it is said that before this was a place for caring for war veterans it was a place for doing experiments on them to try and figure out what part of there brain triggers these panic attacks that are caused from things they have seen in there past in the war. most of these out brakes in emotions are caused by flash backs to the war, durring these flash backs they believe that they are acctualy back in the war and become very dangerous to other. I haven't even seen the boss let alone make a good impression in front of him, I dont know why Walter stressed this impression so much when I haven't even seen him all day. Looks like it’s about time to go home. The whistle just blew twice that means people on the second shift get to head on home. This is what is started off doing. Giving patients pills when they had panic attacks, the most of my worries was impressing my boss. all i really had to talk about in my diary was my friends and what they looked like, maybe occasionally something funny would happen and i would jot it down, but not often. Before I would come into work with my two friends John and jimmy and have lunch with them. Before I was a looser, and now; well now i am a hero. But being a hero comes with a price, i lost two good friends and have the guilt of many people dead on my conscience. Well its over now and im going to try to live with the fact of what has happened here in this past weak. Im just glad it finally over. June 2, 2007 Dear diary, They took the mental man to a high security psych ward: a place where he would never be seen again. There, they dug a 20- foot hole in the ground and chained him up and threw him in. They put a mask over his face so he could not see and left him there to rot. He would never get out…I hope.

June 7, 2007 Dear diary, This is a message to all the readers: This is a written documentation of my whole experience at the mental institution. I went threw for levels of cells saving people and coming face to face with death. I would like to thank any one who read this and hope this serves as a useful tool in the unlikely event that you should be in the position i was in. Its very unlikely but just incase remember this diary, and also have a smart friend named andrew who happens to know the hole building inside and out. This is my last entry My diary is know full at 50 pages of suffering and sorrow. thank you for reading.