Ahs Insane Asylum Novels & Stories

Just to see with my own eyes what had become of the man who'd once held my fate in his hands. "I want to go," I said. "Just once. Then I'll never think about him again." Gray nodded. "Then I'm coming with you." We left that afternoon. The Werewolf Asylum was on the northern edge of the territories. Built specifically to house wolves who'd lost their minds. I'd been here before. Years ago. When Frank and Keith had me committed. Looking at the gray stone walls brought everything back. The fear. The helplessness. My wolf stirred inside me. Uneasy.

"Ground transport is secure. Three armored SUVs waiting at the hangar." Cassie closed her laptop and looked out the window at the fog rolling over the airfield. It felt ominous. "Oberon Holdings," Cassie said, standing up. "I found an address." "Where?" Aser asked. "It’s not an office." Cassie said grimly. "It’s a private clinic in Kensington. The Icarus Institute." "A clinic?" "It specializes in reconstructive trauma surgery, like you said," Cassie read from her phone. "But according to the dark web forums I scoured, it's where you go when you want to stop looking like yourself."

Ben just smiled at their excitement. The drinks arrived and they all drank a toast to the fun they were going to have tonight. Ben parked his truck in the lot across from the large converted factory. There was a large line waiting to get in. He looked up at the five story brick clad edifice and took in the bursts of color light flashing out of the large windows. Asylum looked like a good choice of names for this place. He could feel the music from across the street.

Springing up from the couch, I climbed up to Clara's room where I found Asher tidying it up. I knocked on the door to make him aware of my presence. "Hey, doc. What's the name of your hospital?. I'm asking for a friend" "Nexus hospital" "Alright, thank you" Moving away from Clara's room, I returned to my phone call with Maxton. "You heard the doc, right?" "Nexus hospital" Maxton repeats. "Never heard of it" "Of course you haven't. It's new" "Are you still at the hospital?"

Aurora’s POV The asylum rose in the distance like a forgotten wound. Its crumbling walls were choked with ivy, its windows black with rot. But beneath the decay, we knew a monster waited. We breached at sunrise. Inside, the air was damp and metallic. The corridors were lined with rusted gurneys, shattered glass, and symbols etched into the walls from long-forgotten patients. The deeper we went, the colder it got. And then—the hum of electricity. A door.

Not like it would matter. You’d never even guess that’s what this place was, but for the simple sign by the road. It looks nondescript, like any medical office or clinic. “The Meadows Asylum.” Named after one Christopher Meadow who sadly was killed by one of his own patients while administering electroshock therapy. I’m certain it couldn’t have happened to a nicer fellow. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out. The message from Declan simply reads, “viking, check.” I show it to Luc who smiles.

I asked. “Hmmm about a few hours more boss….is there a problem???” He asked. “Alright getting fucking tired….have you gotten the information I asked yet??” “I did get some boss.” “What is it???” “A few years ago, Alonzo was admitted in a mental asylum for quite a while after he exhibited some signs of violence and odd behaviors.” “A mental asylum??? I knew that the bastard was sick in the head!!!! Is Irene aware of this??” “That I do not know boss but it is very unlikely.”

“I’m here to talk about my husband, Liam. He’s been committed to a mental asylum, but I need you to understand that he’s not violent. He doesn’t belong there.” Dr. Reynolds leaned back in his chair, studying me with an impassive gaze. “Mrs. Tyson, I understand that this is difficult for you, but Liam’s condition is serious. His behavior has been erratic, and the incidents that led to his hospitalization—” “Those incidents were out of character,” I interrupted, my voice trembling with frustration. “Something happened that night, something that made him act that way. But that doesn’t mean he’s insane. He’s not.” Dr. Reynolds sighed, a weary sound that only fueled my anger. “I understand your c

"Yeah, all right." "Yes!" She pumped her fist and he swallowed his chuckle. This kid was a trip. The late April sun still rode high, slanting through the trees to dapple the big Victorian house that Pru and her sisters had turned into a bed and breakfast last year. The Misfit Inn nestled among the trees, perched on top of a bluff overlooking the Great Smoky Mountains. Off to one side, work trucks surrounded the converted barn that now housed the day spa. He wasn't sure exactly what they were doing over there, but the Reynolds sisters were nothing if not ambitious.

"And you know that I'm not, right?" He averted his gaze. "Of course." My life felt like hell after Ate Diana's death. I can't talk. I can't eat. I didn’t even think about the business and just let the time run when I wasn’t doing anything. I don't know when or how it started. One day, I just woke up in a mental facility, locked and insane. I don’t know what’s going on around. I didn't remember how I exactly survived that year, but I remember how the pain felt like. It was excruciating. It haunted me.