Ŵelcome tǿ the Ąsylum my Đear.....
Screaming could be heard rumbling down the halls as if there were stakes being driven thru the patents. Witch in some cases that was what was happening. The receptionist sat prime and proper for her job, showing no emotion for eny of the new patents, as you can well imagine she had seen all manner of things. People who think they can see ghosts in there mirrors, vampirisms, children who had seen there parents hacked to bits and just couldn’t stop screaming for days on end. it was the hardest job in the world especially since most of their patents were under twenty and had barely started to live their lives. she was just getting ready to leave when one more new one came in the door. and she had to stay for a few more dredful minites as the captors sighned the forms for the patent they were screaming bloody murder as the security draged them away to there confinement. were the screams were quickly silenced.
This was a cruel asylum why the very name was murder spelled backwards
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