Insane Asylums Stories Novels & Stories

I always have to spoil the fun. “That can wait. I have more pressing matters to deal with right now.” My dad narrowed his eyes and waited patiently as I said, “I need your help. It seems like I'm seeing things. The series of events began after I met with a patient in Our Lady of Piety's psychiatric hospital. He is a killer and a very scary one. The interview allowed me to determine the pathologies. In addition to schizophrenia, he suffers from neurotic episodes. But that is all. The strange thing is that he was speaking as if he was from another planet.”

The insanity series is now complete. The wonderful journey this has taken me on along with the wonderful people who have joined along for the ride know the ups and downs and the five months of my life it took to write this series. i am insane proud of the outcome and how it all worked out. The next series which is the nightmare series will begin in december. The first book in the series "The nightmare begins" is ready and will begin on December 1st. Though the first book does not have Max and Deanna i will tie in to the insanity series with the second book which i will begin writing in early 2021.

“If I’m going to let go, why don’t I let go knowing I did all I had to get rid of her?” My brows furrow. What Natalie says is finally starting to make more sense to me. Asami is insane. “After all, S hates me. You detest me. No one in the world cares about me and Owen. . . I don’t even know what he’s up to.” A cackle leaves her lips. “It won’t be long till I’m back in that asylum again to be punished. Wait, an asylum? What does she mean? I want to ask but this situation reads not to. I don’t like how she’s trying to connive me to digging deep on what’s transpired in her life since we parted ways.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

One of the guards asked while gaping at her totally messed up look with his judgmental gaze "Please let me go inside. I need to meet Si.... " She rectified her words. "Mr Rodriguez. I need to meet him. Please let me go inside, " She begged them which made one of the guards to chuckle at her words. "Yeah, surely. Many people wants to meet him but the question here is Mr Rodriguez doesn't want to meet insane like you, " His taunt made Inessa to feel like someone had painfully squeezed her soul because that was what the rest of the world consider her AN INSANE...

Even if it weren’t for him, it should be for Daisie. Nollace looked at him. “I won’t take their lives. They will wish they were dead, though.” He rolled up his window after saying that and blocked Colton’s view. … At an asylum somewhere far in the outskirts… The asylum had tight security with a 30-foot wall and barbed wire. It was more like a prison for mentally ill criminals rather than an asylum. “I’m not crazy! I’m not sick! Let me go!” The staff dragged Susan into a room while she struggled to get free.

Being betrayed by one of his own tended to ratchet his paranoia to an “eleven.” Fucking Carl Gallow, that bastard. The entire asylum smelled of terror and death. He knew what happened in this facility during and right after Katrina. A lot of places—jails, asylums, and slums, mostly—were abandoned by those charged with keeping people in such places safe. He saw first-hand how people were treated by those with power again and again during his different tours of duty.

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.

he barked yet further, and when Brian couldn’t obey him he called my name, “Melissa!” “Father-in-law!” I replied and made to the door, “Take away this bastard now! I don’t want to set my eyes on him or hear his nonsense rant! Now! Salsa gave me the idea to seize such opportunity to take Brian on a visit to Chronicles Home For The Insane. When we got there, tears rained down my tears, when I behold men and women, boys and girls, in the same condition as Brian. The most violent ones like Brian, were bound hands and feet and isolated from the host of other insane people.

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.