Mental Institutions Stories Novels & Stories

"Hi, I am Amber a general manager here and she is Doctor Esther together with doctor Felisa and doctor Chloe, right now we want to ask a few questions about Malia" "What about her?" The mother said. "Well this is the right time to ask you both about her mental illness, the institution is not here so maybe we can freely talk" I said and then I can see it bothers them right away. "She has a mental illness that is why they, they let us put her there" "They? Who?"

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.

Antonio, despite his confusion, continued to follow her. The nurse took Antonio on a tour of the institution and explained everything to him along the way. They did not have to go for very long before they reached the particular room where some of their patients were being placed. The nurse stated that the patients with the most severe cases of PTSD and previous traumatic experiences were housed at the furthest corner of the facility. These patients become violent to the point where they tend to get hostile toward others or even themselves, and sometimes they even hurt themselves.

She reminded them in case they had forgotten. "We know about that, but we are here anyway because we have a feeling she must be alive somewhere," Jas insisted. After thinking for a while, he asked, "You don't have a missing case?" "Like a patient disappearing out of thin air?" It might be possible that she disappeared. It was normal for mentally handicapped patients to run away and never be found again. It was also normal that nurses never reported missing cases because, most of the time, they were the ones to blame.

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.

Soon, this had progressed to children. Three kids dead so far and counting, two more of unknown whereabouts still. Katie Franklin had followed the story from within the walls of her prison at that time, the Ransom Mental Health Facility—formerly the Ransom Sanitarium for the Criminally Insane, back in the high old days of lunacy reform—where she found herself involuntarily committed by the state of Maine after her father’s tormented heart had finally given out on him. The headline floating there on the staff-monitored, activity ward computer screen froze her blood when she first glimpsed it.

After all, one minute he was standing at a hot dirty crossroad, facing the demon with the gold eyes, the next minute he was here. Had everything been a dream? He had questions, but him being in his current situation would not provide him with any answers. He began to search round the room to find anything that resembled a door. Yet, no matter how he searched, he could not find one. Every part of the padded wall looked the same. Anderson started to look round at the four corners of the ceiling. Looking at the obvious signs, he knew he was somehow in a mental institution, and he had in some way made his way into the isolation room. Since there was nothing around the walls that looked like he c

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.

You aren't free because there's always someone else calling the shots. Maria Morgan was shackled from head to toe in the sanatorium. She had been trapped there for over a year; it had all started when she exposed her organization for trying to cover up the slave labor, they were bringing in from third world countries. They had concocted this story about how Maria just snapped before she tried to kill a room of employees. Even her own family had stabbed her in the back. That betrayal was harder for her to overcome but through meditation she had learned to disregard anything that encroached on her soul. Marias's therapist had been paid along with two psychiatrists to provide signatures, and 'e

Within the harsh world Humans inhabited, the mentally ill were often forgotten and, for the most part, constituted a misunderstood, intolerant, and feared underclass. In fact, there were very few places that cared for them. At best, they were an embarrassment to their families, to be isolated from the world, both to spare their relatives embarrassment and to protect them. In the worst case, the madmen were accused of being possessed by demons and burned for witchcraft, in very rare cases madmen were taken for messengers divinely inspired by the gods. This was not the case with the unfortunate Sed.