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When I was little, my mother told me that, if someone see a ghost, or monsters, or UFO’s.. that means, that you are crazy.
Since I was young, I always been attractive to Psychosis, So, I decide to study psychology.
At the age of 18 I reach the university, and at 24, I finish my studies. In that year, I enter in the asylum, as a nurse.
I’m 30 now, and I’m the director of this asylum. I have faced many mental conditions, some of them was critical, and some was neutral. The patients where aggressive, and violent. But with the electroshock’s They calm down, and sleep for days.
The treatment, was a little prehistoric, But highly effective.
I hated so much those bastards, I always practice the electroshock’s with them, and I doesn’t care If they die in the procedure.
And one day, accidentally I kill one of them, she was crying and begging me to stop, But I don’t listen to her. I keep with the shock’s. and by the time of five minutes, she was dead. From her eyes, the smoke come out, and from her mouth. I start to cry so desperately I was in panic.
I buried her in the garden, and when I put her in the grave, she was looking at me. I feel fear, and my bones were shaking. I throw her the land, and never see her again.
After that, I continue with my life. But something dark grow inside of me with that death. I start to kill many patients as possible. Since I was the principal, no one tell’s me nothing.
In 1 year, I kill 15 patients, by the time of 2 years, that number increase to 25.
I liked to do that. It was funny. I enjoy it.
In an occasion, I was in my house, sleeping, and suddenly, I woke up and see a women at the entrance of my bedroom. She was standing at the door. I try to turn the lights on, but there was no electricity at all. The panic take over my body, I cannot move a finger.
She slowly enter the room, and begin to scream.
I cover my ears, that scream was so desperate, and so furious. I could not sleep that night.
At the next morning, I tell this to the psychologist, and he laugh. He told me that I was crazy.
That was the first time in my life, that someone call me like that. I don’t even like that word. It make me anger.
I hate him for call me like that, How dare him? I’m not crazy, the people in here are. Not I!
the night fall down, and I am always go out late to home, if I’m not doing paperwork, I’m torturing those maniacs.
When I enter my car, 4 people where in the back seat. all of them was burned. They all start to call me crazy, murder. I start to cry. and like the fog, they disappear.
They start to hunting me during 4 months. One day I was in my office, and All of them was there. And I finaly see, it was the people I kill. I see their pain. I start to scream, and the nurses give me a sedative.
The director came to me, and he’s such a nice guy, but he call me crazy. And I don’t like that.
He always tell me, that I’m a patient, and I've been here for a very long time ago. And that in here, are only 2 patients. The police, is in the building, for the mysterious disappearance of 25 nurses.
But I don’t believe him, I am the principal in this place. And he is just another crazy, trying to made fun of me.
One they, they all going to pay me for what they do to me. I am not crazy, And I will prove it. One day…sooner or later.
The tragic life, of an insane man.
When I was little, my mother told me that, if someone see a ghost, or monsters, or UFO’s.. that means, that you are crazy.
Since I was young, I always been attractive to Psychosis, So, I decide to study psychology.
At the age of 18 I reach the university, and at 24, I finish my studies. In that year, I enter in the asylum, as a nurse.
I’m 30 now, and I’m the director of this asylum. I have faced many mental conditions, some of them was critical, and some was neutral. The patients where aggressive, and violent. But with the electroshock’s They calm down, and sleep for days.
The treatment, was a little prehistoric, But highly effective.
I hated so much those bastards, I always practice the electroshock’s with them, and I doesn’t care If they die in the procedure.
And one day, accidentally I kill one of them, she was crying and begging me to stop, But I don’t listen to her. I keep with the shock’s. and by the time of five minutes, she was dead. From her eyes, the smoke come out, and from her mouth. I start to cry so desperately I was in panic.
I buried her in the garden, and when I put her in the grave, she was looking at me. I feel fear, and my bones were shaking. I throw her the land, and never see her again.
After that, I continue with my life. But something dark grow inside of me with that death. I start to kill many patients as possible. Since I was the principal, no one tell’s me nothing.
In 1 year, I kill 15 patients, by the time of 2 years, that number increase to 25.
I liked to do that. It was funny. I enjoy it.
In an occasion, I was in my house, sleeping, and suddenly, I woke up and see a women at the entrance of my bedroom. She was standing at the door. I try to turn the lights on, but there was no electricity at all. The panic take over my body, I cannot move a finger.
She slowly enter the room, and begin to scream.
I cover my ears, that scream was so desperate, and so furious. I could not sleep that night.
At the next morning, I tell this to the psychologist, and he laugh. He told me that I was crazy.
That was the first time in my life, that someone call me like that. I don’t even like that word. It make me anger.
I hate him for call me like that, How dare him? I’m not crazy, the people in here are. Not I!
the night fall down, and I am always go out late to home, if I’m not doing paperwork, I’m torturing those maniacs.
When I enter my car, 4 people where in the back seat. all of them was burned. They all start to call me crazy, murder. I start to cry. and like the fog, they disappear.
They start to hunting me during 4 months. One day I was in my office, and All of them was there. And I finaly see, it was the people I kill. I see their pain. I start to scream, and the nurses give me a sedative.
The director came to me, and he’s such a nice guy, but he call me crazy. And I don’t like that.
He always tell me, that I’m a patient, and I've been here for a very long time ago. And that in here, are only 2 patients. The police, is in the building, for the mysterious disappearance of 25 nurses.
But I don’t believe him, I am the principal in this place. And he is just another crazy, trying to made fun of me.
One they, they all going to pay me for what they do to me. I am not crazy, And I will prove it. One day…sooner or later.
