Ellisa Kasey,
JOURNAL ENTRY 04
295.30
Paranoid Type Schizophrenia

They're turning the crank that opens the trap door and the rope that's wound around the crank is unraveling. I know the secrets that no one else knows, and I've kept quiet for long enough. I am leaving this place, and I am taking the one they call the traitor with me. When you are reading this may the sting of betrayal burn like a sulfurous rod being wedged between your vertebrae. Woe, woe, woe to the inhabitants of earth!