The last leaves fall, the season comes to an end and Creighton Chaney says goodbye to Northland Asylum. They have given me freedom, not just freedom from a cell, but freedom of mind and soul, a freedom of self. But, with tooth and claw, I have watered the asylum grounds with blood. The outside world has taken notice of the things that go on here and I will not be around when the mob arrives. When it burns, I wonder if the asylum’s madness will seep out into the world. A thing like that can never really be snuffed out. No matter how hard you try. I should burn this journal as well. It contains evidence of a weaker man. A man who couldn’t see the wolf for the gift it is. Still, I can’t bring myself to do so. I’ll burry it in the cemetery. Maybe some day it will be found and my story will be told. - Final entry of a leather bound journal discovered at the corner of Cleveland Ave and Northland Plaza Drive, Columbus, OH, Nov, 5 2017
“Friday, October 13: The moon wasn’t supposed to be full tonight, but time and space are funny here at Northland. I’ve come to accept that. I wonder what sort of mood the wolf will be in when it wakes up.” -From the journal of Creighton Chaney, Northland Asylum Patient.