Finally another piece to show you guys. After posting this I'm heading to bed. I've been in a writer's block as of late and now I figured out it's probably because I've never had a computer to type anything on and had gotten annoyed at having to write things by hand. Now that I have my own computer I just started up a new story since I feel I need a break on the one I had been working on. That and I haven't typed any of it up.

Anyways, I don't know what direction I'm going with this. Instead of planning it out like I try to do I'm just going with what my fingers type out.

Please don't fear to post suggestions on how to make it better. Please read and comment.

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Shading her eyes she looked up at the building before her. The building cast a shadow over the busy street behind her and her old rundown BMW that was parked a few feet away from the front entrance. This was the building that she was going to get a job at, she'd been dreaming to work at the local Psychiatric Hospital since she was a kid. Now that she went through all of the proper courses she needed all she needed to do was get the job.

Leanne Parkins was a woman in her late twenties with dirty blond hair and dazzling honey-green eyes framed by long eyelashes. She wore light make-up, just enough to accent her high cheek bones and full bottom lip and perfectly shaped upper lip. She wore a knee length skirt and a white blouse that fitted her figure perfectly. Her blazer was currently draped over her arm, it was too warm for it that day but she'll slip it on before entering the building so she looked the least bit professional to her perspective employers.

Leanne remembered as a little girl passing this building as she walked to school with her mother. She had always been curious as to what that large building had been but had yet to find the courage to ask her mother. The early mornings were dreadful for her mother and she came across very cross in the mornings and Leanne hadn't wanted to get her mom mad at her. In the afternoons her father always picked her up from school after work and he had always taken a different route home and by then she had forgotten her curiosity.

“Mommy, what is that big building?”
“It's the building Mommy will send you to if you be a bad girl.”

Leanne shook her head clearing herself of that memory, she had never gotten a real answer until she finally remembered to ask her dad. After that she had been fascinated with the place even though everyone told her she should be scared of it and the patients within.

“I heard there's monsters as patients.”
“You're crazy!”
“Serious, a friend of my father's said he went in there and seen vampires and people with cat ears and tails.”

Rumors flew around about that place daily, one more crazy than the next. Leanne always shook her head about such rumors. She never believed in any of that stuff, she certainly wouldn't believe they'd be kept at a Psychiatric Hospital. She had always wondered why it was so close to the local school districts though. What if one of the patients had escaped and was dangerous? Wouldn't the first place they head towards be a playground full of laughing kids?

She'd never asked such questions to her mother, but she asked her father once and he replied that the building had been there before the schools and with the higher demand of closer schools as neighborhoods began to get built around there the city had to accommodate for them. The place didn't close down though and it was still as mysterious as ever to Leanne, she had been a good girl and her mother hadn't sent her to the Psychiatric Hospital like she had promised to do if Leanne had been bad.

Shaking off further memories Leanne took an authoritative step towards the building going closer to it than she had when a child. Her interview was in ten minutes, no need to be late because of memories about the place. Approaching the door Leanne pulled her blazer on one arm at a time in one clean motion and stood in front of the doors long enough to look at her reflection in the spotless glass doors and pull her blazer into place so it sat properly. Reaching out with a quivering hand she grasped the handle and pulled it towards her walking through the doors with determination and anticipation.


Leanne sat in the shade of the tree during her lunch break, she wore her hair cropped at the ears and wore purple framed contacts hiding her normally gorgeous eyes. She had tried contacts just before she got her current glasses but she hadn’t ever been able to put them in properly or had the time to worry about it. She was always leaving to school very late and it was one more thing to add time towards getting ready, time that she didn’t have, she stuck with glasses instead.

She wore the basic school uniform of short plaid skirt, white blouse and grey blazer and knee high socks and penny loafers. On her lap was a book open to a page describing what it was like to become a nurse and work at a psychiatric hospital. It’d been her dream to see inside that large building her mother always threatened to send her to, but not as a patient but as a nurse. She didn’t think she’d manage to be a doctor or psychiatrist for the patients she just wanted to help them in whatever way.

She sat alone as she always did, everyone thought her weird to want to work at psychiatric hospital. Everyone thought there were monsters of some sort there but Leanne didn’t believe the rumors and told everyone they shouldn’t either. What was the point of believing rumors that weren’t true?

She had studied the hospital herself, online of course because no one was allowed into the hospital unless they were visiting any of the patients who have visitation rights. She had learned that the patients within the hospital had little to no chance of rehabilitation and were there for the rest of their lives. Some of the patients were criminals who have done horrible crimes and they were tried insane and unable to enter society again. Leanne felt sorry for these people, they were basically locked up in a prison for the mentally handicapped and they were unable to escape the prison where everyone treated them all like criminals. At least that’s how she seen it. She didn’t know how else to see it and decided that was why the other students thought monsters lived there because none of them were allowed to leave and some are criminals and didn’t know what they were doing was wrong.

Whatever the reason, Leanne didn’t care and her fellow classmates didn’t want to be around her because she was the odd one of the school. She heard other students muttering how she belonged there and not as a nurse but she didn’t care. She heard that from her mother all the time, it’s not as if it affected her what the students said about her. She just wanted to help. Someone had to be nurses there, right? Or were nurses assigned to where they work? She’ll have to research on that as well, she believed though they could chose where they wanted to work. Nurses were needed everywhere.


When she had walked in, the entrance hall hadn’t been anything she had ever imagined. She would have been surprised if it had. What she imagined stuck with her through childhood, no matter what she had told herself, in her mind she always seen it as large as ballroom with marble floor and chandeliers. She’d always imagined there was a large fountain in the center of the room and sometimes if she thought hard enough about it she could swear she could almost feel the water splashing up to hit her face.

In reality though the room had looked rather small, against the far wall was the receptionist desk to the right of her was a desk with televisions behind it and the security guard sitting and lazily watching the empty halls of the wards. To the left of her were chairs in neat rows along the walls, a makeshift waiting room to say the least. The floors were an old white tile, the walls a sickly yellow that reminded Leanne of the medicine she detested when she was younger though many other kids loved it because it tasted of banana, to her it tasted so horrible she couldn’t place the taste anywhere but underneath horrible.

The interview had passed with ease, she had been applying to become a nurse and help the patients and give them their medication. Mr. Vouloit had welcomed her into the office once one of the receptionists buzzed him to let him know she was there for the interview. After that he asked her standard questions at first then went into harder ones about where she had worked and if she was used to caring for people who may or may not want her near them. She answered to her best ability.

She used to volunteer at the hospital nearby, bringing food and magazines to the patients who had to stay in the hospital over night or longer. She made good friends with some of the patients as well, though she stopped when the stress got to her too much and distracted her of everything. She couldn’t cope with watching a patient die and that was how she knew she couldn’t work in a normal hospital, now she hoped she could make this place work for her because she always wanted to work here.

“Do you have experience with the abnormal?”
“I don’t know what you mean Mr. Vouloit.”
“I mean, people who aren’t your average person, people who are different than most.”
“I suppose I’ve worked with people who though differently than others, but I know this job will be quite different than any other job I’ve had. I’m willing to work this job and learn how to help the patients.”
“Well, we’ll see what happens.”

Leanne turned that small conversation over in her head many times, she hadn’t the smallest idea of what Mr. Vouloit could have meant. She knew the patients would be harder to work with and she needed to learn each patient’s mood and how they prefer to be treated when trying to coax them into doing something that she wanted them to do. How much different could they be? She wouldn’t call them abnormal at all, so why did Mr. Vouloit do so? They were just humans with a medical problem, that was all there was to it right?

With a sigh she shook her head, there was no way to figure that out until her first day, she had gotten the job and she had the hardest time not to jump up and down like a little school girl. On the way to her car she had allowed herself a little skip, but that was all. No use making her new co-workers think that she really belonged in there as a patient rather than a nurse, right?


Leanne had a late supper, she had spent the rest of the day after her interview reading the books and papers that Mr. Vouloit had given her to read before she started work. It was all basically about handling the patients when they were misbehaving and what to do when they got violent. Most of it was just review for her, she spent her childhood researching everything on the internet and in books. Some of the information didn’t make sense though, one section referred to a different sort of patients that would be explained at some point in her training as oddities and made her remember the rumors spoken about the place when she was a kid.

As she ate she tried to remember the rumors that had spread about the patients in the hospital. There was the common one about all the patients being monsters and she tried to list the types of monsters that were whispered about in class. There was the classic werewolf or lycan, vampires, people with cat ears and tails or wolf/dog ears and tails. Leprechauns also sprang to her mind, though every time she thought of leprechauns she could only envision the leprechaun on the Lucky Charm’s commercials, she couldn’t envision him as evil so she didn’t think that rumor was true. The rest she feared slipped her mind, she’d never tried to think of them until now and still couldn’t believe that those were the patients the manuals referred to as the oddities.

The other rumors have also slipped her mind at that time, she could vaguely remember a rumor that was something about how the doctors experimented on the patients within the hospital and tortured them. That was why none of the patients were allowed to leave and so few of them had visitation rights for fear that the patients would tell what the doctors have been doing to them. That was definitely not in the manuals Leanne had received and really, all the manuals described ways to calm down patients without harming them as best as they possibly can without getting hurt themselves.

Leanne decided the manuals were just that, manuals, not a hint into what rumors can be true and what couldn’t be true. There were no such things as monsters in the real world. The rumors probably just started because all fantasy and horror movies had monsters of that sort and that’s probably why everything had started up, they just wanted to make the place seem more interesting than it was.

That's terrific Kale. Definitively making me want to hear a lot more.
Your style reminds me of some very famous horror/psycho thriller novelists.
And those are my favorite stories.

Thanks Tigs. That's the first I heard that one..
I have had a lot of people say I write like JK Rowling sometimes.. but maybe that's just because I was writing fanfiction at the time.. >.>

Glad you enjoyed it working on more at the moment. <3

i love it!you should continue the story,i really want to know what happens!
it's really great!<3

God Kale I really need more of this now !!! you do know how to make ppl interested and that is the key to be a master I really liked it !!!!! (makes me remember of myself cause I was attracted to this kind of mental institution secrets being a girl too and I also heard the kind of storied like "there are monstrous ppl in there" hahahahhahahha >.< *claps

Okay next segment. Was also added onto the first post for new readers.

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Leanne sat in the shade of the tree during her lunch break, she wore her hair cropped at the ears and wore purple framed contacts hiding her normally gorgeous eyes. She had tried contacts just before she got her current glasses but she hadn’t ever been able to put them in properly or had the time to worry about it. She was always leaving to school very late and it was one more thing to add time towards getting ready, time that she didn’t have, she stuck with glasses instead.

She wore the basic school uniform of short plaid skirt, white blouse and grey blazer and knee high socks and penny loafers. On her lap was a book open to a page describing what it was like to become a nurse and work at a psychiatric hospital. It’d been her dream to see inside that large building her mother always threatened to send her to, but not as a patient but as a nurse. She didn’t think she’d manage to be a doctor or psychiatrist for the patients she just wanted to help them in whatever way.

She sat alone as she always did, everyone thought her weird to want to work at psychiatric hospital. Everyone thought there were monsters of some sort there but Leanne didn’t believe the rumors and told everyone they shouldn’t either. What was the point of believing rumors that weren’t true?

She had studied the hospital herself, online of course because no one was allowed into the hospital unless they were visiting any of the patients who have visitation rights. She had learned that the patients within the hospital had little to no chance of rehabilitation and were there for the rest of their lives. Some of the patients were criminals who have done horrible crimes and they were tried insane and unable to enter society again. Leanne felt sorry for these people, they were basically locked up in a prison for the mentally handicapped and they were unable to escape the prison where everyone treated them all like criminals. At least that’s how she seen it. She didn’t know how else to see it and decided that was why the other students thought monsters lived there because none of them were allowed to leave and some are criminals and didn’t know what they were doing was wrong.

Whatever the reason, Leanne didn’t care and her fellow classmates didn’t want to be around her because she was the odd one of the school. She heard other students muttering how she belonged there and not as a nurse but she didn’t care. She heard that from her mother all the time, it’s not as if it affected her what the students said about her. She just wanted to help. Someone had to be nurses there, right? Or were nurses assigned to where they work? She’ll have to research on that as well, she believed though they could chose where they wanted to work. Nurses were needed everywhere.


When she had walked in, the entrance hall hadn’t been anything she had ever imagined. She would have been surprised if it had. What she imagined stuck with her through childhood, no matter what she had told herself, in her mind she always seen it as large as ballroom with marble floor and chandeliers. She’d always imagined there was a large fountain in the center of the room and sometimes if she thought hard enough about it she could swear she could almost feel the water splashing up to hit her face.

In reality though the room had looked rather small, against the far wall was the receptionist desk to the right of her was a desk with televisions behind it and the security guard sitting and lazily watching the empty halls of the wards. To the left of her were chairs in neat rows along the walls, a makeshift waiting room to say the least. The floors were an old white tile, the walls a sickly yellow that reminded Leanne of the medicine she detested when she was younger though many other kids loved it because it tasted of banana, to her it tasted so horrible she couldn’t place the taste anywhere but underneath horrible.

The interview had passed with ease, she had been applying to become a nurse and help the patients and give them their medication. Mr. Vouloit had welcomed her into the office once one of the receptionists buzzed him to let him know she was there for the interview. After that he asked her standard questions at first then went into harder ones about where she had worked and if she was used to caring for people who may or may not want her near them. She answered to her best ability.

She used to volunteer at the hospital nearby, bringing food and magazines to the patients who had to stay in the hospital over night or longer. She made good friends with some of the patients as well, though she stopped when the stress got to her too much and distracted her of everything. She couldn’t cope with watching a patient die and that was how she knew she couldn’t work in a normal hospital, now she hoped she could make this place work for her because she always wanted to work here.

“Do you have experience with the abnormal?”
“I don’t know what you mean Mr. Vouloit.”
“I mean, people who aren’t your average person, people who are different than most.”
“I suppose I’ve worked with people who though differently than others, but I know this job will be quite different than any other job I’ve had. I’m willing to work this job and learn how to help the patients.”
“Well, we’ll see what happens.”

Leanne turned that small conversation over in her head many times, she hadn’t the smallest idea of what Mr. Vouloit could have meant. She knew the patients would be harder to work with and she needed to learn each patient’s mood and how they prefer to be treated when trying to coax them into doing something that she wanted them to do. How much different could they be? She wouldn’t call them abnormal at all, so why did Mr. Vouloit do so? They were just humans with a medical problem, that was all there was to it right?

With a sigh she shook her head, there was no way to figure that out until her first day, she had gotten the job and she had the hardest time not to jump up and down like a little school girl. On the way to her car she had allowed herself a little skip, but that was all. No use making her new co-workers think that she really belonged in there as a patient rather than a nurse, right?


Leanne had a late supper, she had spent the rest of the day after her interview reading the books and papers that Mr. Vouloit had given her to read before she started work. It was all basically about handling the patients when they were misbehaving and what to do when they got violent. Most of it was just review for her, she spent her childhood researching everything on the internet and in books. Some of the information didn’t make sense though, one section referred to a different sort of patients that would be explained at some point in her training as oddities and made her remember the rumors spoken about the place when she was a kid.

As she ate she tried to remember the rumors that had spread about the patients in the hospital. There was the common one about all the patients being monsters and she tried to list the types of monsters that were whispered about in class. There was the classic werewolf or lycan, vampires, people with cat ears and tails or wolf/dog ears and tails. Leprechauns also sprang to her mind, though every time she thought of leprechauns she could only envision the leprechaun on the Lucky Charm’s commercials, she couldn’t envision him as evil so she didn’t think that rumor was true. The rest she feared slipped her mind, she’d never tried to think of them until now and still couldn’t believe that those were the patients the manuals referred to as the oddities.

The other rumors have also slipped her mind at that time, she could vaguely remember a rumor that was something about how the doctors experimented on the patients within the hospital and tortured them. That was why none of the patients were allowed to leave and so few of them had visitation rights for fear that the patients would tell what the doctors have been doing to them. That was definitely not in the manuals Leanne had received and really, all the manuals described ways to calm down patients without harming them as best as they possibly can without getting hurt themselves.

Leanne decided the manuals were just that, manuals, not a hint into what rumors can be true and what couldn’t be true. There were no such things as monsters in the real world. The rumors probably just started because all fantasy and horror movies had monsters of that sort and that’s probably why everything had started up, they just wanted to make the place seem more interesting than it was.

Another great chapter.
More, More!!

I loved it Kale !!!!! wow you got me hooked in here for more !!! ^^

Thank you, you two.
I shall write more but not today I've gots a concert to go to. <3