The Bedlam Society

The Bedlam Society

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Horror
Former Civil War nurse Eleanor Harlan has had quite enough adventure to last her a lifetime. Her time of chaos and disarray is far behind her - or so she believes. When her grandmother earns her entry into The Trans Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, boasting of her medical skills on the battlefield, Eleanor is plunged head first into hell itself. The patients are nothing if not truly insane, the nurses are terribly cruel, and the asylum's head doctor has been secretly building a menagerie of horrors, twisting his patients to his beck and call at every turn. When Eleanor is presented an opportunity to expose the Doctor and his collection of madness, she must risk everything. Perhaps even the person she's come to love most. Even if she's sworn away playing the hero forever.
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December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed. I cried. I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath. For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane. "That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum. And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red. The day I met him.

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