The Asylum Confessions Novels & Stories

' Asher heard Anise's rebuke in his mind, and his heart squeezed in pain. Asher rushed to the adjourning bathroom in his office and turned on the light. He looked in the mirror, and for the first time in months, he saw himself as the stranger Anise claimed that he had become. His eyes had become wild and frantic, his skin constantly flushed. Asher released a shocked, almost hurt gasp. He gripped the sink's borders and looked up at the ceiling again, then his focus snapped back to the mirror. Asher growled and marched out of the office. He headed up the stairs and around the last corner towards the hidden stairway. He didn't bother with finding the key. He kicked the lock and the door burst o

The asylum sat at the edge of the city on a bluff overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea, its facade elegant in the way old, quiet buildings tended to be when nobody wanted to draw attention to what actually happened inside them. Eve stood at the gate in plain civilian clothes, no mask, no tactical vest, Aria and Ryan holding the perimeter two blocks out per Alex's insistence that this meeting happen with as few visible weapons as possible. Her heart hammered a rhythm that had nothing to do with combat readiness and everything to do with the fact that she was, in a matter of minutes, going to look at a face she'd spent years being told belonged to a dead man.

The kind that clawed out of my chest violently. I clapped loudly like an unhinged king entertained by his favorite servant. “Good. Fucking good.” The Major Domo continued calmly, “An asylum, sir. Money can buy many things, including fabricated diagnoses and permanent confinement.” That made me laugh even harder. Jesus Christ. I loved this old psychopath. I stepped closer and grabbed his shoulder roughly, shaking him once with excitement. “You locked Callista’s family in a fucking asylum?” “Yes, sir.” “They’ll go insane in there.”

Rasha closed her eyes, waving her hands to brush the memory of what she saw. « But there is no smell. That’s practically impossible. » « That’s the point, Jack. Right now, we are the only ones left; me, you, Rasha and your mate. The ground swallowed them. But the most creepy thing here is the article that you found. The massacre of the dark black asylum. They welcomed us here. I am afraid that we can’t get out.

I asked "Uhm. Aiden, Who are they?" "Peri Dona, Rose Quin, Steve Unison and Garry Netton." I heard Aiden say on the other line. "We're here." I said and parked the car. I dropped the call and exited the car. As soon as we entered the asylum, I felt the aura of the place. Typical creepy asylum that you'd see in horror movies. "Detectives? Welcome back. You bought company. Im doctor Jay Gordon." We were greeted by a tall man with dark gray hair and a scuff.

The folder he brought with him was laying over the nightstand, the beige color of it almost fading away and the sides wrinkled and ripped, signaling how old it must be, with a stash of papers gathered in its inside. Curiously, I inched closer and opened the file. I took a look at the first paper that was placed inside, it was a ripped page from a newspaper, I looked at the date to see it dating back to around fifteen years ago, and the headline in bold stated, "Explosion at New York's asylum results in hundreds of deaths and leaves thousands injured." I read over the news but understood nothing. Thinking it's probably something related to his human rights project, I closed the file, totally

He was just restraining himself in case he go crazy and smash a lot of things together with his older brother. The atmosphere tensed even more as all If they waited at the same time being cautious in case they angered these highest beings especially the one on the centre which holds the most power, who is currently emitting heavy pressure. It took half an hour before the shout disappeared and the door open as 5 people immediately sprinted in and went towards the large bed. As they were in a hurry they didn't even see the physicians pale faces as they unconsciously trembled to feel the coldness engulfing them, as they imagined the worst-case scenario once they broke the bad news.

**The Tipping Point** The tension in the room was suffocating. Ayesha sat at the head of the conference table, her fingers lightly tapping on the polished surface. The holographic screen in front of her flickered with a torrent of information, the encrypted files that had been meticulously collected over weeks. But now, it was all coming to a head. The lies, the betrayals, the revelations—the foundation was on the verge of collapse, and Ayesha knew it. The next steps they took would either shatter them completely or be their salvation.

from her seat and ran out of his cabin and out of police station meanwhile Vivan kept calling out her name from behind but she did not bothered to look back, Aisha kept running like a mad women on crowded Indian streets until after fifteen minutes she saw a ‘Church’ at distance of few meters away from her, without giving second thought Aisha immediately entered church and allowed her body to collapse down on ground in front of Christ and Holy Cross… She kneeled down and cried out all her pain, luckily it was late in morning and church was not heavily crowded however there were few passerbies who saw Aisha but refuse to walk up and speak to her, almost half hour later Aisha was found by a nu

and handed Ashley a neatly bound menu of services. Ashley took it and skimmed through the pages. “I...” Ashley's mouth uttered something without her fully realizing it. Although it was more like murmuring to herself, the maid could still hear it clearly. “I feel like I got hit by an apocalypse yesterday." While her eyes and focus were still tracing the various writings and images printed on the menu book, she continued her mumbling that kept coming out of nowhere. The words spilled out before she even realized it, a raw confession wrapped in tired humor. Driven out like lava begging to be released, she could no longer contain it.