Osawatomie State Hospital Horror Stories Novels & Stories

“He's probably concealing a weapon in all those folds of clothing. Can't say I blame him. He's around dangerous folk all the time.” I nodded in agreement to Elias but something still threw me off. Something about the curve of the boy's jaw and slenderness of his fingers as they tapped away furiously. “Quite thin though. Think we should get him something to eat?” Elias mused, taking another bite of his apple. “Maybe later.” It took Sage a short time to crack the information we were looking for. Shorter time than it took him to set up his gadgets. “Bloke you're looking for is at Graceview Psychiatric hospital. It's a new institution, sorta. A mere three years old.” He said unceremoniously.

“This clip from not too long ago: scout enters the east wing, starts muttering to himself after three minutes. Comes out screaming about voices in his head. Psych ward ever since. This photo, guy’s eyes burned out, no external wounds.” “This testimony from a survivor: ‘It felt like the walls were whispering my worst memories. I clawed my arms bloody to make it stop.’ These aren’t rumors. They’re documented. And here’s another, two brothers went in for a lost artifact. One came out babbling nonsense, the other never came back. Body found with melted eyes. Same pattern. The place messes with your mind if you’re not the right bloodline.” Dad stood up fast. “Enough of this. Valeria, go bring you