My name is Joseph Pimentel, I am leaving this comment because i slept in one of those rooms for a week when i was five years old before i was moved to the Cambridge children s unit in "1990" I am now 25 going on 26. I leave you my name in case you do not believe me and there are records somewhere to be found, if anyone truly cares.

This place is a place of terrible memory's for me, not just the feeling of abandonment a child feels when its locked up in strange place without it's mother or fathers care, but because there where things that happened that i can not fully explain.

For many years i thought something was after me stalking me.
as a child i could only describe the ghostly figure of the man as the baker. But it turns out more or less i was describing a orderly.
i was repeatedly attack by this man in my sleep if you can call it that. it was a feeling of awareness though, much like being awake sometimes i could swear i was. the feeling was terrible i can only describe it as sticking your head out of a moving car window and feeling the wind rush your face striped of all sound except the gusting wind and being unable to move a limb nor make a sound to cry for help.

I am not messing around nor am i some chicken shit. I am very large man who can hold his own very well and have many times in my life.

I want to know if anyone else ever took something unwanted home with them. this being has been in my life for 20 years now but i can longer see him i still occasionally have the dreams of being restrained.