Osawatomie State Hospital Horror Stories Novels & Stories

“ Unfortunately Beta I have not seen her today, I was scheduled to check on her in a few minutes, I call security to see what they can find” I nodded ad went back into her room, I begin observing, but I did not see anything look out of place. But then there was a smell that was coming from the garbage can, I went over, and pull out a rag, I got a closer smell, it was the smell of Chloroform, and a mixture of my mate scent I begin growling, to the point that I punch a hole into a wall, and I can feel my wolf Doom wanting to take over. Trust if I let Doom take over, he will live up to his name, cause everyone in this hospital will feel his wrath. I left out the room, with anger, when people sa

Then she saw the blood. "Oh my God. Evelyn, you're bleeding. We need to get you to the hospital right now." She grabbed for her keys on the hook by the door. "No." I shook my head violently. "No hospitals. I can't. I just can't." I worked at Memorial Hospital. Everyone there knew me. And the pack clinic was worse. One look at me and any healer would scent the severed bond, and by morning the whole territory would know. The rejected omega. The discarded wife. I could already hear the whispers.

The seniors in question on that bloody Halloween morning, I mean, the grandparents who were in that old people's home at the other end of that town had schizophrenic or panic attacks, going crazy they started screaming until they were catatonic. The nurses ran out of there, saying that there was a spirit of a child mutilating them. Even though 20 elderly men started screaming until they were catatonic. The police arrived at that place and saw some of them who had their eyes and hands gouged out, moaning, and babbling around them. Many were directed towards some hospitals. That week in question... On the 33 farms in the counties, many of them were practically being attacked and going catatoni

A shiver raced down my spine not from terror, but from a dark, soul-deep recognition of the monster who belonged entirely to me. “This,” I whispered, “is where they keep us.” I led them to the crumbling corner where a mold‑eaten map hung crookedly, stained with water and something far darker. “This place… it used to be a mental institution in Athens. Over a century old. It smells like the dead. The guards said there’s a hidden passage under the east wing.” I pointed to the spot. “That’s where they take the women who fail evaluations. No one returns.” Liza’s voice trembled. “What evaluations?”

Evan answered right away, “They had mentioned the same thing about their kids having no recollection of what had happened inside his clinic during their dental appointment. They seem to have noticed that their kids were groggy and severely absentminded after their appointment with Oscar.” “What?” Chaos was baffled. Evan pointed to a stack of files. “These three parents had their children tested for drugs after their appointments with Oscar,” he explained. “The results were all the same and shocking.” “Wait,” Chaos interrupted, his voice filled with shock. “Sons?” Evan nodded solemnly. “All of the victims were young boys,” he confirmed. “Jesus…” A wave of nausea washed over Chaos. He could no

Selene felt really safe, she remembered how she dreamed of coming here, promising herself to take the first flight after the hospital releases her. Months ago were a complete nightmare, news of odd happenings circulated their town after a nun and a detective were found unconscious in a bunker of a parish. She remembered hearing that story in all TV stations and reading numerous articles with different theories that some out-of-human-reach creature roamed around the town, killing people in ways that no one can imagine how. That was the horror story engraved in her mind before she undergone a surgery for the tumor in her brain.

It was a whole night of party and pity at Kobita in Seme as the conservatives welcomed back their leaders. Osayo was utterly confused and riddled with lots of challenges. To begin with, he had played part in his step-brother's loss of sanity. Soon afterwards, he lost a son to the unwanted race. And when he thought he would rise up to battle against everything, he fell into the brutal hands of the Blue-eyed and suffered for awhile. And now the very ones who had fought hard for his release also fled away from him. They thought he was a demoniac and feared that he might contaminate their lives.The demon-possessed were considered outcasts and no one was allowed to associate freely with them for

And then suddenly, the darkness snapped. The scent of damp concrete and stagnant water filled my senses. Images started to come, they were blurry at first, slowly they became sharper. I saw a black SUV, Theo was tied up in the back seat, looking scared but not hurt. There were men in dark clothes. Then I saw a warehouse. I tried going back a little and… I saw it, a rusted sign swinging in the wind: 1422 Industrial Way. I saw Theo, huddled on a crate in a dimly lit room, his face tear-stained but his jaw set in that stubborn way he had.

So I waited until she was safely in the car and Victor had pulled away before I moved to my other vehicle, where Edwards was already waiting in the driver's seat. "Let's go." Edwards pulled out of the garage, and thirty minutes later, we were in lower Manhattan. The buildings here were older, most of them converted into luxury lofts or artisan shops. Edwards pulled up in front of a low but wide-sprawling building. It was a psychiatric facility that had been renovated to look more like a private hospital than an asylum. "What are they processing him for?" I asked. "Acute psychotic episodes with violent tendencies," Edwards replied.

That makes Owen a nice chunk of change on the side. Walking towards his work shop out behind the motel, he passes the newest guests that checked in last night. Three teenage boys and two girls. They are making a documentary of locations across the country that had been the scene of a grizzly crime. They were telling him that they had already filmed nearly one hundred places, the most famous being the Lizzie Borden house, the Amityville Horror House, Ed Gein's house, Jeffery Dahmer's house, and the Vallisca Ax Murder House. They told him they were on there way to California to see the Manson Mansion. Owen feigned interest before politely slipping away before they could ask him to 'say a few w