My name is Sarah Crawford. I was born in 1916 as Miriam Faber. Sarah was my mother. I took her name after finding out that she and my grandmother had been murdered in Auschwitz, sometime in 1942. When I left them just a few years earlier to attend medical school I had no idea I would never see them again. My grandmother knew. She listened to her dreams and knew everything before it happened. As my grandmother used to say “ Ignore your dreams and live your nightmares….

As I mentioned earlier I left my family to attend the Barnsby school of Medicine in England. Within a year I left my studies and became part of a research team hired to study life extension. I was urged to join this group by one of my professors, a highly respected surgeon, Dr. James Flynn who assured me not only would I be well paid but being part of this research would would open many doors. My youth and vanity betrayed me.

My participation was limited to working with my mentor Dr. Flynn and I found my access highly restricted to the rest of the medical facility we were housed in. My infatuation with my mentor was soon mutual and I became pregnant. I believed that I would be sent back to England to wait for the birth since my work would now be limited but that was not the case. Instead I continued working with James and our twin sons were born at the facility. Soon after I found out about the true nature of our research and the monstrous experiments that were being conducted there. Victims that had been imprisoned by the Nazis and turned over to Dr. Flynn for unspeakable procedures that changed their lives and turned them into living ghouls I also found out how my life and that of my boys had been altered forever…. forever.

That was in 1940 when one man’s greed for more time teamed him up with a sadistic monster that found pleasure in combining medical research with his desire to inflict unspeakable pain on others. At times I wonder about the others, the ones whose lives were altered. I wonder how they live today, if they do. I wonder how they survive. I’m afraid to find out.

Today I live with my sons biding my time until the boys come up with a plan to run away from me or I find a way to die.