Allison was living with her mother. Her mother was raising a freak show so the town says.
People was ashamed to converse with my mother because I was the talk of the town.
People were scared to even have their children to talk to me. People even thought I practiced witch craft.
I really did not understand why people look and treated me that way.
Was it because I was meant for this world.
I was working in the bakery shop but people were afraid to receive anything from me just because they think I practiced witch craft.
I don't even know the first thing about witchcraft. A child came to me talking to me about the ice cream but her mother took her away from me.
"I'm not crazy and I don't practice witch craft. "I said so angry.
"we don't care what you practice because you are mental in the head. "the people said in unison in the bakery shop.
"why do you guys think I'm crazy?" I asked.
"you are not in right state of mind." the people says.
I stand to look because I did not understand why. The people followed me to the middle of the town.
I knew something was wrong when the people looked and stared at me.
"is there something wrong?"I was curious so I had to ask.
"Allison Percy,we the town hereby send you to the asylum due to your witchcraft and craziness. "the people says and point finger at me.
"WHAT!"I yelled.
"we are sending you to the mad house. "the town said.
This where the revenge started on the people because they thought I was crazy but I never met the criteria of craziness.
I vow to destroy all those who betrayed me for sending me to the mad house.
I was in the mad house for nearly two years.
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Mad House
HorrorAllison Percy is not the typical woman who lives in the eighteenth century. She was admitted to the mad house because people thought she was crazy. Allison wants to prove people she is not crazy but people refused to accept that the fact she is no...
