"My Probation Consists of Guarding an Abandoned Asylum" | Part 2 “I didn’t kill her.” That’s how I opened my defense with the officers charging me for having murdered the bitch that got me here.
Part 19 | An hour before twilight, Russel arrived on its own luxurious (and until now unknown) yacht to the island. It required a whole crew to sail it and seemed brand new.
Part 18 | Finale I came out with a plan. You really can’t map out much ahead when you are dealing with the supernatural. But I had an outline of how to approach Dr. Weiss’ situation. It all started in an impulsive action I should’ve thought better.
Part 17 | Part 19 I couldn’t sleep yesterday. That fucking creature that escaped the cliff’s cave and spent last night howling was coming back. I felt it on my broken shinbone. That tingling that irradiated my left leg pushed me into preparing.
Part 16 | Part 18 Without any more pending tasks, I strolled around the island. I needed at least one night out of that haunted building. Grabbed a rope from the destroyed shed.
Part 15 | Part 17 After almost a full term (9 months) of guarding the Bachman Asylum, I’ve learned to be in this place. You never investigate anything bizarre or abnormal that happens if it is not an issue. Yet, stupidly and by pure instinct force, I went up the stairway to the second story. To the dorms. The sobbing had been bothering me just for a couple of hours.