Nancy Serling

January 23, 1963
As I was sitting under a tree, I could feel myself falling asleep. I kept waking myself up so I wouldn't see him again. He haunted my dreams. Only it didn't stop with him haunting my dreams, he followed me. I could feel it in my bones, my friends told me I was crazy, I thought I wasn't. But in this moment I knew I was going crazy.

When I would go to sleep he was there, chasing me, scratching me, and stabbing me. I'd wake up in a pool of my own blood.

His name was Dr. Poll, in my dreams he'd chase me and hurt me. He'd try to experiment on me, when I told my closest friend, Daphne, she was shocked. She immediately went to the authorities, and I was brought here, Meyersburgh for the Mentally Insane.

January 30, 1963
I haven't written in a week. He's been experimenting in me. Cutting off my limbs and using them for "scientific experiments". He hasn't taken anything important yet, but he will. My sores are open, blistering, bleeding, getting infections.

I see him every night. On the train, he's with his friends. Chasing me. Only this time he's caught me. Strapping me down to a table, tightening the straps until they dig in my skin. He's taking his scalpel and poking me, I have no idea why he's chosen me. Whats special about me, nothing.

January 32, 1963
No one seemed to believe me. No one believed that Dr. Poll haunted my dreams, that he was killing people, that he was experimenting on me.

He'd take me to his chamber and cut me wherever he pleased. I could scream so loud until my lungs burned but, it was soundproof. Blood would seep threw the drains in the chamber, that lead to no where, my screams were trapped inside a small, crammed chamber.

February 17, 1963
I needed to escape. The dreams got worse, the cuts got deeper, and all hope was sucked down the drain, along with my blood.

I made friends with the lady who brought me food, Deb, was her name. Deb would come to my chamber and feed me, because I was chained to the bed I couldn't feed myself , she'd tell me stories about patients who escaped, I planned to be one. I'd get her to tell me the routes, secret doorways, and underground pass ways that got closed because they air was so thin down there you'd die within five minutes.

February 19, 1963
People in the sanctuary heard me mumbling to myself my escape routine. They went to headmaster, Carlisle, he was the most sweet, caring person on the outside, but on the inside a demon possessed him.

He beat me with a whip. My whole body was covered with blisters and cuts. My body was bleeding until the morning. Now I'm covered with scabs I can't stop picking.

March 6, 1939
12:39 a.m.
Tonight, was the night. I'm going to escape. Deb gave me everything I needed, a gun, a knife, a light, and a death certificate.

The night was the darkest its ever been since I've been here at, Meyersburgh. It was so quiet you could hear a pen drop.
My heart was pounding, my ears were ringing, and my hands sweaty. Deb was at the door, waiting for my arrival. She had the keys, and had a taxi waiting for me 2 blocks away. From this point forward I was no longer Anne Frank, my name is Nancy Serling.

I got out safely, the taxi was waiting as I ran all the lights of Meyersburgh turned on, and all I heard was the scream of Deb dying. My heart was hurting from her death, but I was too far to go back now. I only had $376 dollars in my pocket, I was still in my gown and the chains were still hanging of my feet, dragging across the ground.

March 31, 1963
I didn't have a lot of money to survive in the real world, anymore. I got a few babysitting gigs, they didn't pay much for the procedure I wanted. I started forgetting many things about my past. I never remember, remembering my birthday, of any childhood memories. I wanted to get my brain shocked, to see if it could help me. There were only two outcomes, I could die, or survive and see if my memory could restore.

April 9, 1963
I finally got enough money for my procedure, it is scheduled for April 15. I'm very nervous. I'm nervous about the doctors finding out my secret, I have no medical records, no birth certificate, and no nothing.

April 14, 1963
Its the day before the procedure and I have this feeling that all they months preparing myself for this will fall through, that they'll find out Nancy Serling isn't real and that I practically killed myself, Anne Frank, I feel as if tomorrow will be my last day on Earth and I'll never know what happened, and if anything caused me to have these disturbing dreams about Dr. Poll before I knew he existed.

I pray this works.

April 15, 1963
5:42 a.m.
Today is the day, where either I live, or I die. I've never felt this sickly before, I feel as if I'm going to be sick and pass out at once. The doctors said the procedure will take 10-12 hours and it might at least take a couple of weeks before I show improvement.

I have to be at 8 o' clock. And it all happens at 10 a.m., all I can say is I'm nervous from head to toe.

April 30, 1963
No improvement has been shown, they finally let me leave the hospital. Everything was fine, I felt an excruciating pain after the procedure. I think the surgery was a dud.

May 26, 1963
I have had the most scary, yet beautiful thing happen today. I remembered.

May 28, 1963
The things I remember are getting darker and scarier, I was torn apart from my parents. I was sent to a camp I have very little knowledge about, right now. I remember a bus taking us to a camp sign that read "Bergen-Belsen" .

May 31, 1963
I'm starting to hear my thoughts now.
I remember hearing screams, machines, and orders. I close my eyes and see Dr. Poll, I've learned why Dr.Poll haunts me, he was a Nazi solider. He was infatuated with me, I at the time was 16. He was 25, he would bring me little snacks and chocolate bars when everyone else was asleep and I was up. He made sure nothing bad happened to me hoping he'd have a chance with me.

He never got me, and now that he has me, he wants me dead.

I must kill him before the people at Meyersburgh, find me.

June 5, 1963
I have been planning my killing of Dr. Poll very carefully, I'd have to go back to Meyersburgh and kill everyone to get to him.

First get the people in the front office.
Then to headquarters to strangle Carlisle.
Lastly kill Dr. Poll

It gave me plenty of time for more planning.

June 8, 1963