I was sitting at my desk, when I saw a dog. Brutus, the big rottweiler padded his way over to me. His paws were about the size of a my hand, each step made a *clank* noise.. He was big, even for a dog. Brutus was our guard dog but George called him "The punishment dog" because, well, he was used to punish people that tried to escape or did other bad things in the asylum. Otherwise he was a pretty normal, cute dog, but a lot of people don't like him except, me, that dog would fight for me through the demons of the hospital. I patted him on the head. "Hello Brutus..." I swear I saw him smile. George pulled on his leash "C'mon... It's punishment time for Carl..." He mumbled. Brutus growled. They then walked away. Poor thing. I didn't just feel bad for Carl, I also felt bad for Brutus. What if he got hurt? I mean, it was possible, he had gotten hurt by a patient before but that was only because the guy had gotten out of his straight jacket and picked up the sharpest object the guy could find. Poor poor Brutus.
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Vineyard Mental Asylum
HorrorDark clouds filled the sky, rain poured down.... The VY business just got done with there new mental asylum that was constructed over a hospital that was abandoned because of how bad there treatment was, but the city had only one hospital which was...
