Athens Lunatic Asylum Novels & Stories

“Where is Liana, Aunt? When will she come back home?” My query burst her into tears, she spoke dolefully, “Never! She can’t come back home. The doctors say it’s unsafe for her to leave the asylum.” What? Psychiatric hospital? What happened to Liana? As Aunt closed the door immediately, I couldn’t ask any questions. Then I hailed a cab towards the hospital for answers. My mind was inadequate to join the dots of my perfectly healthy and happy friend’s stay at psych hold. It was a disturbing mystery how she ended up there in such a short time.

Iden stepped into the room, slow and silent. This was the war room. It looked like one. A place where lives were traded, decisions signed in blood. He moved to the center of the chaos, eyes drawn to the wall of screens. Every angle of the massive asylum flickered in shaky grain. Corridors lined with flickering lights. Rooms filled with twitching shadows—patients, doctors, ghosts. The asylum was a tomb disguised as a hospital. Built on illegal records and rotting experiments. A hellhole. A cover for human trafficking, organ harvesting, unapproved trials.

Being the only free public institution available to house those with special cases of mental instability, the poor maintenance was surely reflected in all aspects. “Acre Hills Asylum.” Marcel mumbled under her breath, walking along the path to the old washed out building; as she couldn’t help but feel goosebumps tingling underneath her skin from just a glance of a few nurses standing by. Somehow imagining their smiles as being sinister and twisted. They were like those creepy doctors from some terrible horror film waiting to sedate their feeble patients. The girl quickly shook her head to rid her mind of exaggeratingly over thinking things, less she be immediately confined instead of release

Bianca said in a low voice and waited until the boy had disappeared from behind the Manor where there was a back gate entrance that would lead him out undetected. "Thank you..." she found herself whispering to herself. ⚡⚡⚡ Easter was turning out to be a fine day for the people of Atlanta and in particular, for the inmates of the Atlanta Maximum Penitentiary, which was established in 1980, just forty-three years after the creation of its main partner, the Georgia State Prison. One year in prison for a one inmate Kristina Jokovic had certainly changed her perspective, allowing her to acquire a second glance at the other side of the world—a world she had hated from the time she had joined the a

A shiver raced down my spine not from terror, but from a dark, soul-deep recognition of the monster who belonged entirely to me. “This,” I whispered, “is where they keep us.” I led them to the crumbling corner where a mold‑eaten map hung crookedly, stained with water and something far darker. “This place… it used to be a mental institution in Athens. Over a century old. It smells like the dead. The guards said there’s a hidden passage under the east wing.” I pointed to the spot. “That’s where they take the women who fail evaluations. No one returns.” Liza’s voice trembled. “What evaluations?”

The air in here was even colder than it had been outside, and I rubbed my hands together, feeling the chill settle into my bones. As I worked, the silence pressed in on me, the kind of silence that isn’t empty but full—full of things unseen, things you can almost hear if you listen closely enough. I tried not to listen. The stories about this place were bullshit, I reminded myself. Just legends. This asylum had shut down in the 1970s after a string of malpractice accusations. Cruel, inhumane experiments on the patients. A doctor with no morals, no ethics, who used the patients like lab rats.

Aislen could see that he was relieved that there were not more, but twenty-three was still a number that was problematic to extract and transport to the warehouse, and potentially dangerous to the town if they were to become freed. “On the third floor, in what is normally the psychiatric ward,” Helena replied already shaking her head. “You can’t get in there, Heath. It’s under heavy guard. I’m not even sure why you are here,” she added fretfully. “I don’t understand, Heath. The Triquetra should be at home, keeping safe.” “There’s a lot happening that would take a long time to explain,” Heath told her.

“Where?” “A psychiatric facility outside Ashbourne,” the assistant replied. “A patient matching her description was admitted recently.” Across the room, Alessia looked up sharply. “Are you certain?” “Not completely,” the assistant admitted. “But the description is very close.” Richard grabbed his coat without another word. “Prepare the car.” The psychiatric facility stood isolated near the outskirts of the city, surrounded by tall gates and dim security lights. Inside, the hallways felt unnaturally quiet. A doctor met them privately and guided them down the corridor.

I knew exactly why she shuddered Winterhaven with something that he didn't even want to think about, let alone health impossible extended family members in. Winter Haven was where all the criminally insane were held. It was as close to an actual sanatarium or insane asylum that was legally possible. Basically, it was nothing more than a jail for people who were held mentally incompetent to stand trial. He had actually had to go there a few times to deal with cases. It was not something that he ever wanted to do again. The things that he managed to see while he was there still caused a few bad dreams. Winter Haven was basically nothing more than what you would expect from a nightmare.

Hatred. —————— Three days later, With the doctors cautious approval and a signed discharge form, Athena stepped out of the palace infirmary. A small duffel bag slung over her shoulder, bruises still blooming beneath her skin. A place car dropped her off at the edge of the west wall. She limped up the path toward the small cottage she shared with the old maid, Mara. Smoke curled from the chimney. Wildflowers danced along the fence. The familiar scent of pine and fresh herbs wrapped around her like a long lost lullaby.