Athens Lunatic Asylum Novels & Stories

“Relax Rosie. You don’t need to feel stressed about so many things. We will be answering each of your questions. Please have some patience.” I nodded to Vani’s words and sat properly on the hospital bed. “Let me start with how I got apart from you in the haunted house’s compartment.” Athena said. “We were in the haunted house’s second tier right? And both of us were looking all around the room right? At that right time when the room blacked out, we were unable to hold each other as the compartment was still shaking. That was the time when I stumbled to the first room and got out from the entrance. I asked the guards to go inside again but they said to me that it was not possible and hence

And unleash a deception so dangerous, the world wouldn’t know who the real heir was until it was far too late. The halls of St. Enoch's Psychiatric Facility were always too bright. Too sterile. Too white. It grated on Aretha’s nerves. The scent of disinfectant reminded her of her failures, her fall from grace. Once she had graced magazine covers. Once she had parties thrown in her name. Now, the only celebration was when the nurses remembered to give her warm soup.

I sat there, fingers laced tightly with Jesse’s, my knuckles white with tension. I’d told him I wouldn’t interfere with Julius’s sentencing. I’d promised. I thought I could handle whatever came next—until I heard the ruling. “Due to evidence submitted regarding psychological instability and a consistent pattern of mental dissociation, the court finds the defendant unfit to serve in a standard correctional facility. He is hereby sentenced to indefinite psychiatric treatment at the Denver Institution.” Denver? I blinked. My blood ran cold. I knew that place. I’d heard the name before. Denver wasn’t just any institution. It was Jesse’s. His private facility. Discreet. Isolated. And completely u

"When will I see it all?" Wenger looked at her. "You need to go to White Oak." Avery froze. Her lips moved again, but no sound came out. Wenger didn't wait for her. He picked up the syringe and drew the liquid from the vial. "Lie down." Avery didn't move. "What's in White Oak?" "After you called, I investigated." Wenger's voice was low. "White Oak Asylum was closed seven years ago. Three months before it shut down, a patient was secretly transferred in. No name. No file. Only a serial number."