Day (Halloween)

There's a new person here in Arkham Asylum. Who knows why. I mean this place is practically cursed, that is if you believe in that kind of thing of course. I tend not to speculate over such… speculations, I suppose. Anyway, she's a trainee or something. Only young. Blond, I think. I didn't pay much attention, though she certainly had a reaction to me. Is it the scars? I don't think so. I'm pretty sure it was me. The second she saw me through the therapy room window, she reeled backwards, her eyes as wide as the jaws of Death. Perhaps that's what I looked like to her. Anyway.

This asylum is getting a little too tedious for my liking. Even my therapists (yes, plural, they keep leaving… not sure why) haven't said anything about themselves recently. Mind you, they've probably been informed not to, instead to concentrate on me. They think they're growing wise to my little tricks. That amuses me. See, this place needs a better class of 'mental' patients. I'm bored of it. But soon I guess I'll spice things up. It will certainly be a great way to exit the place. There's no way I'm staying for any longer than I want to. Yes. I've outstayed my welcome anyway.