"Dammit!" I screamed as I cut my hand on a piece of glass. I started to curse under my breath because, damn, did it hurt. I was pretty sure I cut myself deep too. Brutus ran into the kitchen and grabbed the med kit. "Thanks buddy..." I opened it and grabbed the bandages and wrapped it around my hand. I patted brutus's warm, fuzzy head, "You're a good boy." I sighed as I looked at my window, "Who did this?" I wondered because it felt like a train or something went threw it. Recently though, I've been studying the towns history. Back in the early 1600's there were indians, but one, the leader, had his body cut in half from the waist down. They didn't know how though. Back in the 1800's there was a warlock (boy witch) that cursed the town, but ended up getting his head cut off from the guillotine. In the 1900's before the hospital was built, a girl was hit by a train, no one knows how though. When the hospital was built a lot of deaths happened due to poor treatment. Each name was recorded, (except the indians) the warlock was named Jonathan IV, while the little girl's name was Caroline, but she prefered to be called Carrie.
I lived fairly close to Vineyard mental asylum, so if the ghost little girl and that train came threw my window, causing it to break, I would believe it. I do believe in ghosts, after all. I sighed. "Gotta get a new window..." I looked out my window, I picked up my phone and dialed 911.
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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...
