Journal of Janos Sipowicz – 1952
April 3rd
Sudworth gave me another job today. Said to take the ones nobody cares about. These ain’t patients like the rest, they’re different. Got no family askin’ questions, no one comin’ for ‘em. He told me to bring ‘em to The Sanctuary, out in Thornwood. Ain’t much of a sanctuary if you ask me. I load ‘em up, sedated, limp as rag dolls, and drive ‘em out there. I don’t know what he does with ‘em after, and I reckon it’s best I don’t ask.
June 17th
Today was strange. The doc called them "specimens" this time. Whatever they are, they ain’t right. Alive, but... barely. They didn’t move or speak. Doc wouldn’t let anyone else handle them, made sure I was the one to bring them straight to The Sanctuary. He said they were special. Something’s off about this whole thing. I ain’t been comfortable with Sudworth’s work for a while now, but these... things, they’re somethin’ else.
August 1st
Got crates to move today. Didn’t ask what’s inside, but they were heavy and reinforced with metal. I swear I heard something movin’ around in there. Doc told me to keep my mouth shut and take them to The Sanctuary. Whatever Sudworth’s doin’ out there, it ain’t good. But I’m a part of it now, and there’s no goin’ back.
