I don’t know what I find more disturbing – the fact that they performed random operations on the children, or that they documented the operations so thoroughly.
I’ve spoken with several deceased children who died on the operating table, and they have brought me down to the operating room. Some of the instruments are still covered in dried blood, and ancient wretched sheets still litter the floor. The children tell me a few of the doctors and nurses remain, dead, it is true, but they are still here. It is my fervent hope that I find them at some point. There are ways to torture even the dead, and I know them all.
I discovered a large cache of photographs focusing on surgery. Some notes are attached, but not many. I have a sickening belief that these doctors and nurses experimented for the sheer joy of the act, and not for any medical reason.
According to the children, the last of the nurses died ten years ago. She had gone quite mad and roamed the halls of the orphanage talking to ghosts who weren’t there, much to the amusement of those who were.
I know how fickle Gods’ Hollow can be, and I can only hope that later in life, I will enter the Hollow when this place is still functioning. Then it will be my pleasure to come into St. Ann’s, strap every doctor and nurse to a gurney, and operate on them without the benefit of an anesthetic.