Dr. Blake has found journal entries from Elizabeth Pennington’s journal, one of the most elite patients to stay at the Donald Haynes Institute of Mental Health.
April 17, 1939- Best day ever! My mother and father are taking me to Charleston for the weekend! Hopefully to buy some new things to keep up my social status. They said we are going to take a quick stop at an old house in the suburbs of Charleston just to see “the beauty”. Things have been pretty bad since Louis left me, I thought I was going crazy and thought my parents were going to send me away- but nope! Hopefully this will keep my mind off of it all. Ope! We’re here. What a beautiful house, can’t wait to explore!
April 18, 1939- I was wrong. My parents lied. Those sons of bitches. They tricked me and dropped me off at this disgusting Mental Health place. From the outside it looks nice, old, but whatever
May 13, 1939 – I have been living here for almost a month. In this hell hole. I am surrounded by the elites of the elites, but I still know I am the best. I am a damn Pennington for Christ’s sake. In this past month alone, five people have gone missing, including my best friend Polly Jennings. And somehow it’s all the same, they get sent into Solitary Confinement for misbehavior, and never return. I think I’m going crazy… I hear the strangest of things at night. I swear, every night there is something waiting right outside my door to get me.
November 1, 1939- I was raped. I don’t know by what, but I am certain. I awoke to this figure standing in front of me. This place has made me lose my mind. I hear things, I see things. I’m killing myself tomorrow- somehow. There’s no way to escape. This is the only option.