Everyone knows Staten island is where everyone dumps the fuck-ups. The ones that aren't pretty to look at. The ones that no one wants to see. My parents couldn't afford my medicine. They sent me here so they could live their lives and forget. Forget that I was mesed up, tainted, unpure, not like the rest.
People think Willowbrook is a good place. But they only see building 1. Building number 6 however no one here's about.
It's 1967 December 12. The reason I remember this day is because I met cropsey.
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The Monster Aren't In My Head
Horror12 year old luceill had lived in the WillowBrook state institution. Now as fancy as this institute sounds. It's the closest thing to hell on earth.
