Sincerely, Jennifer x

Personal Log – Staff Nurse Terry Thomas – 24th January 2079

Something strange happened, and I’m really not sure how to feel about it. 

I was accompanying the new patient, Jade, to her assessment, and things got…weird. 

She barely said a word today, and that didn’t change as we walked down to her appointment with Doctor Turnips. As we arrived, she turned to me, her big, empty eyes swallowing me. I felt a shiver start in my fingertips, running up my arms and making a home in my head as she stared, silently raising her left hand, a sinister smile spreading across her face. 

“You alright Jade?” I whispered, unable to take my eyes from her as I slowly gestured to her, raising my shaking thumb with a forced smile. Her smile grew, her stare cemented upon me as she slowly hid each of her fingers behind her palm, until only the littlest finger remained. 

“Did you know that every seagull has a name?” She finally spoke, not taking her eyes off me for a second as she pushed her pinkie finger closer to my face. I stumbled back, my hand hovering over the panic alarm on the wall as she continued. “I like butchering their names.” My fingers began to tingle, shaking as they inched closer to the alarm and she advanced on me. “And their bodies.” My fingers brushed against the alarm, and my blood chilled as she smiled widely, her eyes narrowing as she grabbed Doctor Turnips’s door handle and strode inside. Her smile seemed to brighten, and for the whole visit, she was chatty, personable and… well, almost normal. It was like she didn’t need to be here at all. 

Doctor Turnips was baffled when we talked about it later. He couldn’t understand how she could have committed the crimes she was accused of… thought she was a lovely girl, but I don’t know. I’m not judging, but… well, she gives me the creeps, if I’m honest. 

I’m trying to forget about what happened, and I didn’t bring it up to Doctor Turnips, but all afternoon, she’s just been staring at me from across the day room. Always staring, with that one little finger up, and a strange, unsettling smile. 

I don’t know what it means, and I’m trying to tell myself that I’m just imagining it, but there’s something not right about that girl, and I’m not sure that we’ll be any help to her here.