You were one of the nurses Victoria really trusted. She was a calm and accommodating patient, although sometimes she had sudden bouts of aggression, but it never bothered you. You really felt sorry for that girl. She was six years younger than you, and naturally you wanted to help her get better.

But today Victoria was there.. strange. It was Halloween night, and your shift just happened to be on the night of the holiday. All day long, Vicky was silent and nervous, as if something was spinning in her head, and from time to time she felt sick.

It was after midnight when you decided to check on Victoria after lights out. When you opened the iron door to her room, you couldn't believe your eyes. The girl was sitting cross-legged in a pool of her own blood, and part of her own intestines lay nearby. She had it in her hands.. a clown's head? The girl laughed hysterically and licked the blood from Art's head.