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But they waited, and a tormented life, when he was here.

Their voices are heard everywhere, there are no boundaries in time.

But then there he is, doctor Simion.

He is waiting for other survivors.

We three friends, Linda, George and I, Alexander. Today evening we will arrive at the appointed place, at the bus station. There we will have to wait for the bus. Where we’re headed, will not go even the bravest people. One. Night. It’s a mental hospital, Otto Simion, according to local residents in the hospital Windows lit the light, and heard the screams. How can light if there is no electricity. Noticed and odd balls, and a round white hanging above the Windows of the hospital, they say it’s ball lightning, but I don’t. Legends about the hospital go a lot, even sometimes, people disappear. Say, Dr. Simion took it to himself to continue his experiments.

– Alex did you read the diary of a doctor, is there any torture described, which were carried out in concentration camps? – asked Linda.

– Yes, I read his father was a doctor in the SS camp, he taught the son of such things, ' I replied. Torture that he describes is no worse torture in the concentration camp.

– Have you heard that his spirit continues experiments. – asked George.

– Ahahaha, George don’t make me laugh, how he can continue to experiment if he was dead, I thought – “And if he is not dead, but alive”

It took not much time, soon you all went out. The hospital I noticed immediately, as all overgrown with trees.

The sun was approaching sunset, it was getting dark. Not a great trail we found immediately, it was obvious that someone went but seldom. We went.

…Dr. Simion, someone’s coming, look out the window – said the sister tila.

– New patients, tila, now is on whom to experiment. Otto went to the window and looked out. The path was 2 guys and one girl. The girl was similar to the first patient March Otto.

Thila, prepare the tools and medication to treat will not, will immediately operate, – ordered Dr. Simion, tila. – Oh, Martha, you’re back, how long have I waited your return. thought Otto.

In the spring of 1961 Mar hanged, as no one knows, but she has managed clothes to make a rope. March was the first love Otto. Otto wanted to help her, but not as much as all with the help of psychotherapy. The skin on the hand she gnawed with his teeth and dipping his finger in blood flow wrote. On the wall of Mar wrote with his blood: