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It was night, around 3 am or so, when you were knocked out of your dream world. Grunting you turned to your other side, trying to go back to sleep. The position though was uncomfortable so you turned your back to the wall. Suddenly you got a feeling, the one that made you open your eyes. So that's what you did, expecting nothing. What you met though were a pair  eyes staring at you. You stared back, not really knowing what else to do. Yes, you wanted to scream but there was no reason for doing so. The thing will probably kill you anyway so why not spend those last peaceful minutes at staring into the eyes right in front of your goddamn face.

Midnight. A mother screams in horror. Before her she has found the mutilated body of her 13 year old son. He's cold, bloody, and in pieces. His intestines-ripped out-his face-cheeks carved with an eerie blood smile. On the walls his blood drips in the form of letters. Go to Sleep That is what's smeared on the walls from his blood. The mother screams and cries while lifting up what's left of her son. Her baby. The only child she had ,was gone. Taken by the hands of the notorious killer who stalks in the dead of night. The bedroom window is still open form his break in and exiting. In the distance, she could hear the sirens of the police com

After the frankly unnerving explanation from Vince about the precautions you needed to take when meeting the patients you’ll be working with, you were more than just nervous. You were tough, you knew that you could handle a lot, but this? Supposedly this particular area houses all of the ‘higher needs’ patients, meaning those who could be compared to Hannibal Lecter. You really didn’t want to do this anymore, but the thought of losing your apartment, and not to mention disappointing Eliza made the decision for you, at least Vince will be coming with you for this particular visit, so you shouldn’t be in any dange

There’s a local asylum with a lot of rumours surrounding it, such rumours being “I hear there are actual monsters there!” or “once you go in, you never come back out…” you were never one for rumours, but that didn’t stop you from shaking in trepidation as you stood before the front gates of ‘CP mental institution’. Why were you there? Well it all started a week ago, you see, you were job hunting, having lost your last job from a little ‘misunderstanding’ when a staple ‘accidently’ lodged itself in a pervert clients forehead. Long story short, you were fired, and we