Novel & Cerita Osawatomie State Hospital Horror Stories

“Okay. I will text you” I quickly walked into the hospital’s building, but upon arriving in the room I saw Camila crying. “Is it done already? Is that bitch dead?” I got into the room and I saw Avery sitting on the bed, looking pale and confused, but something wasn't right, everyone looked sad, including her son. Why? I kept staring at everything, trying to understand what was happening. “Where is Shawn? I need to see Shawn I don't know who all these people are”

I knew where the movie theater was, and I faced it, crossing my legs, closing my eyes completely, and concentrating. Images came to me almost immediately. He had been here, about to pull the team out, when his IAC went haywire. I saw images from inside the movie theater—members of his team being tortured and murdered. He’d thought it was real, though he was confused as to how it was happening. And then, he’d realized he wasn’t alone. They were here—both of them. And someone else, a doctor of some sort, a crazy doctor who looked like a cartoon Frankenstein, a mad-scientist.

Amy sat in the mental hospital's common room, her gaze drifting aimlessly over the dull, beige walls. The atmosphere was stifling, filled with the low murmur of other patients and the occasional clink of medical equipment. The room had become her world, a place where time seemed to drag on endlessly, filled with monotonous routines and half-hearted conversations. The weight of her past actions hung heavily on her shoulders, a constant reminder of the chaos she had caused.

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.

The moment I turned the engine on and was ready to speed away, I received a phone call. Checking my screen, I saw the call came from a nurse working at the psychiatric hospital, so I answered. ["Mr. Harrison, sorry for bothering you at this hour."] "Get straight to the point with whatever you’re going to say," I replied, somewhat irritated. ["Yes. Yes,I'm sorry. Your new patient, she's on the rooftop, about to jump."] F**king sh*t. That's definitely one of her identity personalities whose name is Winona, a teenager s**cidal.

He said nothing more and kept watching the two women below. “Ehhh! So, what will you do…..ahhhh!” Diane staggered as Rose’s hand landed across her face. “For embarrassing my daughter in her husband’s house,” Rose hissed. Another slap echoed through the hall. Nurses and doctors nearby froze in shock. There was never peace whenever psychos were involved. The hospital used to be a quiet and peaceful place, but now it has turned into a cinema. Many people stopped by, and some even chose their favourite and prayed for their favourite to win the fight.

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.

He just wanted to know that she was going to be okay. “I want to get out of here!” She screamed in pain while being taken away. The director of the hospital arrived. He smiled when he saw the consciousness of the woman had come back to her, and it wasn’t good for her because he was going to close her up in the dirty room, the special one, with the rats. Maybe he couldn't electroshock her, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to suffer with the drug he was going to inject with to her, aside from leaving her with no food and water.

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

He turns fully. “There’s someone who wants to meet you. Someone who’s been waiting twenty years.” I became confused.“What are you talking about?” “You’ll see soon enough.” He turns back around. I look out the window. We’re in Arizona now. I saw the state sign an hour ago. We passed through desert, mountains. Still nothing. Then I see it. A facility with high fences and guard posts. As we get closer, I read the sign: SONORAN STATE PSYCHIATRIC FACILITY