lonely asylum nights (an Emerson Barrett story)

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Today was just like any other normal day. I had gone out to by some things for the house. My mother was very ill so she didn't leave much. My older brothers constantly watched over her to make sure she was okay. We all did.

I walked around town. Looking in different stores. Finding medicine for mother. I was away for at least an hour.

When I returned home I noticed the front door was open. I swore I shut and locked it. I came in and saw a terrible sight. My mother and brothers brutally murdered in the living room. Throats slit and several stab wounds. Someone came out of the kitchen wiping his hands on a cloth. It was my father. I haven't seen him in years.

"You!" I said through gritted teeth. "Hello son" he said with an evil smirk. "Don't call me that. You are not my father." I said. Anger laced in my voice. The knife was still in his hand. I lunged for it but failed. He ran out of the house. By then I heard sirens. Two men came in and grabbed me. "Emerson kropp you are coming with us." They said sternly. "Where are you taking me?" "Lone Hill Asylum. Where you belong" oh no. Not there.

By for now my loved