Harry Mel is a recently divorced psychiatrist, who has been working for twelve years at Scranton Mental Asylum. In his years, he'd never before had a patient who had intense homicidal tendencies, nor had he treated a patient who had intense an impulsion to commit violence against other; but even if he had it would've never prepared him for his new patient. A patient who was transferred from Palmerton Mental Hospital, who has the body reminisce of someone who survived a Nazi concentration camp. A patient with no past, and no identity; a patient that is only identified by four numbers: 1543. A patient with unnatural icy blue eyes, and supernatural powers; a patient who is more than he seems. * * * In Patient 1543, Michael Hall sets the profile for his writing and his stylistic tendencies. Using potent horror and incredibly detailed descriptions, Michael paints his picture of terror and horror. In Michael's opinion this is one of the best stories he's written to date.

The sequel to 'Patient 1543'! Read to continue the 1543 Series! Two years after 'Patient 1543' ends, a man named Harry Mel starts working at Mansfield Mental Hospital. Another psychiatrist --John Malcom -- feels greatly uncomfortable around him. Something about those ice blue eyes makes Malcom terrified. After Tim Durnell, one of Malcolm patients, reacts with terror to Mel's mere presence, Malcom becomes curious about Mel's past and identity. After all, you may know someone's name but that isn't their identity; who they are, what they do, how they act, that is their identity. After an apparent suicide in the ward, Malcom believes that there is much more to Mel than meets the eye -- especially his ice blue ones. * * * In 'Psychiatrist' Michael Hall continues the story of Patient 1543, answering more questions, and telling readers more of the terrifying true identity of 1543 and just how far his evil spreads.

Are these the sort of things you like, my dear? the stories and the rhymes that make you shake? are you the sort who seeks darkness and fear? I surely hope you are, for your own sake. In here you'll meet the fear who has a face, in here you'll feel the cold under your bed, In here the childhood terrors have a space, And bedsheets are all weaved of spiders' thread. So, gather one and all who relish fear, and gather those who savour grim good times, find your peace and gladness walking here, in the Never Told Nursery Rhymes. **** These are a few grim little rhymes of my own invention, although I'm sure many of you have noticed that quite a few have outside inspiration. Some of them are meant to be scary, some of them are just meant to have an enjoyable atmosphere, but hopefully at least a few will tickle your fancy. I just want to thank you all for your support as it means alot. And a special shoutout to @StJoey77 and @FlukeAuriola for being the best of friends to me.