Campbells Mental Asylum

Campbells Mental Asylum

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 81
  • WpVote
    Votos 3
  • WpPart
    Partes 4
WpMetadataReadContinúa13m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación lun, feb 12, 2018
WpInfo
Ficción
Terror
This is the story of a boy named Daniel. He was a sweet boy;loved to draw and play the violin. I was his care taker. My name is Savanna Delkray I was born and raised in sleepy peak, Ohio. Growing up my mother and I would always volunteer at our local asylum "Cameron Campbell's Mental Asylum". I loved this place growing up and decided to get a job there once I turned 21 but at 16 I found out I was pregnant with my son David. I was 25 when I was hired. That same day I was hired. I met Daniel. A small blonde hair, blue eyed child. This is his story.
Todos los derechos reservados
#23
campcambell
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • 𝙼𝚊𝚡 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖.
  • Hidden Secrets (Werewolf Dadvid-Camp Camp)
  • Summer Love ( Camp Camp Max x Reader) MOVED TO STORY 'Because I Care'
  • The Lake Lilac Monster (Camp Camp)
  • Once Upon A Summer (Max X Reader)
  • Take Me Home, Camp Man
  • infatuation. | danvid 1shot.
  • They Don't Care, But I Do. | A Dadvid Story |
  • The Best Thing Ever      (Will x OC)

(Please keep in mind I wrote this when I was 10-11 years old. It will not be good! Please do not expect something amazing out of this as I had no plan and it ends quite abruptly. Be kind with criticism and keep in mind how young I was!) There you were. Standing outside of the bus stop, you pondered whether your parents had really made the right decision. You've always been an introverted kid - somewhat outcasted by your so called 'peers'. You never really went outside - and because of this, your parents insisted you went somewhere for the summer. That's where 'Camp Campbell' came in. So, here you are, about to step onto a bus sending you straight to this random summer camp you know nothing about. Oh well.. (Once again, I wrote this when I was 11. This is not my best work. Proceed with caution.)

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido