Ahs Insane Asylum Novels & Stories

The asylum sat at the edge of the city on a bluff overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea, its facade elegant in the way old, quiet buildings tended to be when nobody wanted to draw attention to what actually happened inside them. Eve stood at the gate in plain civilian clothes, no mask, no tactical vest, Aria and Ryan holding the perimeter two blocks out per Alex's insistence that this meeting happen with as few visible weapons as possible. Her heart hammered a rhythm that had nothing to do with combat readiness and everything to do with the fact that she was, in a matter of minutes, going to look at a face she'd spent years being told belonged to a dead man.

The fine veins on his temples thickened. These past few days, Ashley Sinclaire had been freaking out quite frequently. She'd been panicking since she found out that Hazel had actually imprisoned her own biological parents, the Quinns. Ashley was haunted by the fear that she, too, would be dragged to the same place, or worse, because she was the one who gave Quinn the brilliant idea to send Hazel to a mental asylum.

I’m going to put you in your place and make sure that you never forget it! A sadistic smile turned on his lips as he thought of what he was about to do with Anissa. He walked fluidly in her direction as she laid tranquil on the flush bed. He had brought Anissa to one of his safe houses in the outskirts of the capital city. She was still unconscious from the drug he had given her.

They call it a hearing because the trial would be too honest. The word sounds clean and. Neutral,As if what’s about to happen is merely procedural and not a coordinated attempt to compress a living person into something manageable. The notice arrives before dawn, slid under the door like a confession no one wants to own. Emergency Mental Health Review. Community Safety Consideration. Elias’s handwriting isn’t on it, but his logic is. Gideon’s voice hums between the lines, sanctified and calm. They didn’t choose violence because violence leaves marks. This leaves paperwork.

the woman pointed at Brian thoughtfully as she spoke to me, “He is Brian, the most violent mad man in Rio Hondo. His billionaire father almost got him registered under our care some months ago, but he changed his mind. I lowered my gaze in shame and barely shook my head to all that she said. “What have you come to do, ma’am? Why are you here?” Nehi queried me, her hands on the door for easy escape should Brian dare to attack her again. “We are ….” I dared to speak when she interrupted me, “There is no need bringing him to the chronicles. We don’t have facilities anymore to cater for the insane. We don’t have financial security anymore. Look at our drainage system, dilapidated and messed up

For a brief moment, he was stunned. While on my way back, I kept beating myself up. I shouldn’t have gone to Elise’s place and wasted my time. I should’ve known that I would never get my hands on the antidote. However, I couldn’t afford to wallow in regret. As soon as I stepped into the car, I dialed the hospital number. “Hello there, please send an ambulance to the Thornton residence. The address is—” “Huh?” The voice on the other end interrupted. “We just received a call from that same address.”

He stood in court and claimed that I was the one who pulled the trigger, that I was mentally unstable and dangerous. The good news was that I avoided prison. The bad news was that I ended up somewhere far worse. The asylum destroyed people slowly. Everyone looked at you the same way—like you were disgusting, broken, less than human. After enough time passed, even I started wondering if maybe they were right. Maybe I really was crazy.

she said. …. Jason and Cain were walking through the dark corridor of the asylum. It was dimly lit and while there were several rooms on their sides, all of them were empty. Except one. “We kept him here,” Cain said, pointing at the occupied room. “He’s completely cuckoo.” Jason peered into the room through the grill bar. Heath was sitting on the bed, rocking back and forth with his legs crossed. He was quiet but his eyes were totally white and his once neat hair was a mess. Jason clapped his hands but Heath did not respond. Instead, he was staring at the wall, not blinking at all.

he gasped. Damien's eyes turned black. "Now, I keep you alive." --- The safehouse was an old, crumbling cabin on the outskirts of the city. Damien reconnoitered it carefully before letting Asher inside. It was cold and stinky, but dry and — for the time being — secure. Asher flopped onto the dilapidated couch, wrapping his arms around himself. He felt like a prisoner again. Only this time, the bars were invisible — made of fear and betrayal instead of gold and marble.

Ash assured her. Ash enters a dark, abandoned old building, carrying a large suitcase containing the ransom money they had prepared beforehand. Carefully, he turned on the flashlight from his phone, its light piercing the pitch-black darkness. Thick dust stuck to every corner, making the atmosphere even more tense. The walls of the building were full of cracks, showing its age, and on the floor, there was debris and messy objects that could have knocked him over if he wasn't careful.