Sincerely, Jennifer x

Personal Log – Staff Nurse Terry Thomas – 25th January 2079

I’ve got to talk to someone about Jade, but honestly, I’m worried they’ll lock me up in this place alongside her if I do. I feel like I’m losing it. She’s everywhere I look. All day long now, she follows me round the place, from the second my shift starts until it ends. 

As I went out to my car to head home last night, she was pressed up against the window of the day room, tapping her little finger against the glass with a grin, and when I got back in this morning, she was waiting in reception. 

I’m not sure how she got there, because it’s out of bounds to patients, but she was perched on the desk, waving her pinkie at me and smirking, while everyone around us seemed to ignore her presence. 

I marched her back to her room, scolding the nursebots for letting her into a restricted area, but they swear that they didn’t. The nursebots might be job stealing hunks of metal, but they are honest. There isn’t any capacity in their programming for lying, so she must have got out another way. 

She followed me around again for most of my shift. I’ve gone off sight for my dinner break, and I think this peaceful hour is the first time all day I haven’t had her staring up at me with that creepy smile, and her ever present pinkie finger. 

There is one other thing, and this is the part where I think people might think I’m cracking up, but I swear on everything that I’m telling the truth. 

Seagulls are following me. 

It started last night, they were circling my car as I unlocked it. I shooed them away, not thinking about it too much, but when I think about it, I’ve been seeing them everywhere too. 

There was a crowd of them outside my window all night, circling and squawking, and when I woke up this morning, I found feathers on my pillow. 

It’s her. I know it is. 

There’s something not right about that girl. Something that goes beyond medicine and talk therapy. I feel like an idiot for thinking about it, but… I think there’s something evil about her. Something that frightens me, and as much as I want to, and even promise myself I’ll talk to someone about it, I know I won’t. They won’t believe me, so why bother? 

At least I’ve got a day off tomorrow, and the day after, I’m on nights, so I won’t have to see her too much. 

Better get back to work, I suppose. Wish I didn’t have to, but I really need the money.