They Call...Psycho
I knew that moving to Alberton, Montana would suck ass. You know with the wildlife rummaging through your trash and ruining picnics and the like, not to mention the cold ass winters they have. Being from Miami, I’m not used to the cold and I hate it. But I never would have thought that what happened, would happen. I never thought that I would die in an insane asylum ran by the morbidly insane. And I would have NEVER thought I’d awaken from death, a bigger freak than I already was.
My name is Robbin Farrow, and this is my story.
SNEAK PEAK
***They chain me up with shackles, the shackles are so tight there cutting off my circulation. My lungs burn and I start to hyperventilate. Why were they doing this? I saw stuff that wasn’t there, I wasn’t violent. I beg for them to let me go, or at least loosen the shackles but the nurse looks at me with cold eyes and fills a syringe with cloudy white liquid. She turns toward me and I can see the evil smile just under the surface.
She plunges the needle into my neck and my vision goes dark.***
My name is Robbin Farrow, and this is my story.
SNEAK PEAK
***They chain me up with shackles, the shackles are so tight there cutting off my circulation. My lungs burn and I start to hyperventilate. Why were they doing this? I saw stuff that wasn’t there, I wasn’t violent. I beg for them to let me go, or at least loosen the shackles but the nurse looks at me with cold eyes and fills a syringe with cloudy white liquid. She turns toward me and I can see the evil smile just under the surface.
She plunges the needle into my neck and my vision goes dark.***