They say that beneath the face of every pony is a story. This is true, and nopony knows that better than me.

When a young writer approaches me and asks about something he shouldn't have even heard about, I decide to let my past be known to the world. I just hope this poor colt doesn't faint during the interview.

This is the story of my time working at the San Palomino Insane Asylum, and of all the terrible things that happened while I was there, of the depravities committed under its roof and in its halls, and of the unbreakable friendships I formed.

>>Concerning publish dates on chapters: I deleted the original prologue and rewrote it. Sorry if that caused any confusion.