I stood outside my victims home pondering how to get into this place. I walk around the property where I find an open window and climb in silently. First it's the master room, a lovely couple lay sleeping soundly. I kill them both quickly with one slice to the throat severing the curated artery clean. I watch them bleed out in a matter of minutes with amusement. I leave the house and plan my next adventure

Although an asylum is dank and dark place

Some people actually get help

Doctors want to cure their patients

Not experiment on them

Nurses actually do care for the people living in these places

Not for the money

A select few even seek treatment after being freed

Not waiting to be sent away

Families actually can be better

Instead of bring permanently altered

Most Asylums were places filled with evil

But some were made to actually help people

I recall a time when we were infested with happiness.

Things have changed

Like the have to

Every God blessed time there is a piece of happiness in the world

Life has to steal it away

I grew to know this from personal experience