Asylum

[close] The walls are closing in, the air is growing thin, and you just can't stop laughing. The nurses are scared, you've lost all hair, but you hang on to one thing: You're crazy. - "Welcome to The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls! Our fine establishment was built in 1856 and has been a great success in curing many! We have the finest advancements in medicine, the most revolutionary healing processes and the greatest care any patient could ever want or need! Our fine set up is run by Dr. Stockhill, doctor extraordinaire! Working along side him, Dr. Lymer, our head surgeon, he has cured more patients than any other of his time! So please, stop in for a visit anytime! (just call ahead!)" - "The "great" Asylum for girls is really not all that it's cracked up to be", recalls escaped inmate Lucy one dreary afternoon. "It wasn't great at all. All we were given for clothing was a pair of ghastly striped stockings and an old white slip. I'm sure both of them were used before we even got them. The inside smelled horrible, and so did the patients. It always smelled like shit and rats. And we were always cold since we weren't allowed blankets and the floor was just concrete and gross hay. It was dark all the time, even during the noon. It terrified me. And the doctors, the doctors! I don't even know why they call themselves that. They're more like torturers. I think they hurt us just for the fun of it. I remember, one time, a tall man came and took my cell mate out into the hallway. "Drink this", he had told her. And when she didn't want to do it, he hit her really hard until she cried. She drank it eventually, and had runs for the next week. After that, she stopped eating. Then they took her away for 'testing' and I never saw her again. What else did you want to know? Oh, alright. I suppose I'll go now. But hey, make sure this article stays underground. If they find out it was me, they'll find me. Find me. And I'll be dead. Okay?"

[close] You'll go insane one way or another. Welcome to the Morwid Juvenile Psychiatric Institution, a prison for those who are too insane-in-the-mind to be living life without supervision. Maybe you have clinical depression, maybe you can't see things straight, or maybe you have a major phobia. Something had to put you here. Everyone wants to escape. Can you?

[close] You did something. Some of us just have a small mental disability and our parents couldn't handle it anymore. Some of us are prone to violence and it wasn't safe for people to be around us. Some of us have even killed. Whatever your story you are now stuck at Halima Asylum. Welcome to Hell. Please note that this is not a dirty run down creepy asylum. It is state of the art passes health inspections asylum, but it is a walls are all white bright lights, weird doctors asylum.

[close] Supernatural Asylum, on an island, is for disturbed supernaturals of all kinds, but you have to watch who you trust - for all you know the person standing next to you could be the one that ends you.