I stand here alone. Everyone who comes walks by me. It was almost like I was a ghost. I stand still. I don't want to be seen. I was dropped of here. The monsters that come out at night kept me alive. I am one of them you see. I have a tail and disfigured face. I just want to be normal. The light burns my skin. So I am always so pail. I always roam the halls. Of the hospital that made me this way. It is destroyed know. Nothing but a ruin. Burnt to the ground. I was suppose to die with it. Yet here I stand. With only my nightly crawlers as company. I am there queen. Led by the darkness. No one can hurt me. For if they do they die. There is a nice boy that keeps coming. He wishes to see me. He is like me. He is a crawler of the night. His body badly maimed. He says the human race isn't for him. Tonight I will show myself. I hope he gets to keep his life. Or if his soul will go to my Boogie Boo. He is lying in wait. HE was dropped of here so many years ago. WE are all town rejects. Just dropped off. We are an asylum with no guards. We run this place.
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