Insane Asylums Stories Novels & Stories

Mandy asked. “At the asylum. She is a little insane. She lost her sanity from taking drugs." Davis sighed. "She passed out cold when she was told her husband was in jail. Before she could reach medical care, she died.” Mandy nodded slowly, trying to keep her expression neutral. The news didn’t surprise her; she knew the kind of pressure she had put Ramsey’s family under, and she wasn’t interested in their sob stories. She quickly brushed the topic off, feeling no sympathy for the people who had made her life a living hell. “It’s sad, but that’s not my problem,” she said dismissively, turning her attention back to her own swirling thoughts.

She said as she glanced around our empty room before nodding subtly toward the camera in the corner followed by the open doorway, where Slender Man's shorter brother was sure to still be scouting for his next victim. I nodded but didn't bother trying to find a way or place for us to talk. Today had been exhausting, and I wasn't ready to dive into anything. Being a sane person in an asylum made me feel crazy. How could I not? There was a threat all around us, but I couldn't tell anyone. I just continued to become more and more paranoid as I moved about. My therapist, the doctor who makes us wait in line every day and gives us pills to keep us docile, the orderlies, and even the people who wor

There were people who’d even accidentally bump against him out of panic and hurry. That was why he didn’t like the hospital. If it wasn't so quiet, it was so loud, loud with screams of people mourning over their beloved's deaths. It was that kind of loudness one wouldn't want to hear. It was that kind of loud that would take one's sanity. It could make him grow insane. Their ward was more silent compared to other wards, especially those wards with children. Sane didn't know if it was a good thing or not. It was because since it was too silent for his own liking, he could feel the walls closer and closer, suffocating him.

He must get to the supermarket to pick up the stuff Claire wanted, but for now, he had to keep focused, otherwise he wouldn’t get his work done. Alex pulled out his laptop, sat back at his desk and made a space in the center of the pile of books and handwritten notes. The amount of material he found on the history of Victorian asylums had surprised him. He was amazed at the speed at which these institutions had sprung up in almost every town. Not only in Britain but America too, followed by other parts of the empire such as Canada, Australia, and India. Like medical mass hysteria. Nothing prepared him for the tales of how the mentally ill were treated in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuri

Avery pauses for dramatic effect, I love this woman but I kind of want to kick her a little right now. “Ever heard of WLS?” we all shake our heads, no “It’s a type of psychosis brought on by the loss of your wolf. As losing your wolf is so rare the psychosis no one has really heard of it. But I remember it from a case I had a few years ago. If we prove that Nova was in the asylum because of her family, we can argue she has WLS which causes bouts of temporary insanity. I am not going to do that, but if they had opened this door we could have walked this argument through”

Lane, "Take this b*tch to the asylum and lock her up! And remember, no medical treatment! I want her to spend the rest of her life in an insane asylum!" Susan was soon sent to the asylum, where she pleaded with the doctors and nurses, telling them that she was Jared's wife. However, none of them believed her. Her face was completely disfigured and everyone thought that she was just a crazy woman. They could not believe that she would even say that she was the secretary’s wife. All of them thought that she must have completely lost it. The doctors and nurses were disgusted with her and put her in the intensive care ward, where the most severely mentally ill people stayed. The nurses pushed an

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?

I just agreed and didn't talk about it anymore, her love filled me up and I never missed a mother and father. During the entire afternoon of the previous day, and already in the morning, the only thing on TV was about a maniac who escaped from the asylum. They said he was a danger to society and that he had killed his wife and their two baby children, soon after he murdered the whole family, mother, father and three brothers, it took some time to be caught and when he did, they found out that he had already raped and killed twelve girls between the ages of seventeen and eighteen.

“Alright, I got you can’t help me, and I can’t even know the name of the patients in your asylum.” Alex was just trying to pull him into a maze. “Sorry, you can’t.” “I heard from your front desk that it’s a very great carrying center from lunatic people. I hope you do your best while taking care of them.” “Trust me, I am. It’s not actually asylum but a treatment center we try to make our patients recover as fast as we can.” “Really? But your receptionist told me that a patient is from eleven years for her treatment, isn’t she getting improve?”

he said, opening the file in front of him, “tell me exactly what brings you here today. Be as specific as you can. I need every single detail if I’m going to help you.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry even though my cunt was the complete opposite. My cheeks were burning hot. I had practiced this speech a hundred times at home in front of the mirror but now the words felt filthy and raw coming out in front of this stranger who looked like every dirty fantasy I had ever touched myself to. Still, I forced myself to start talking because I was so desperate for any kind of relief. “I… I have this condition,” I began, my voice shaking a little at first.