As you may or may not know if you've been here awhile, I work in a prison that was once a century old insane asylum.
Sure, they called it a "Psychiatric Hospital" but that's just like putting a dress on a pig. It was a funny farm. A nut hut. The boobie hatchery. A cracker factory. A looney bin.
I know... It sounds like the premise for a cheap horror film. But it's true.
I couldn't hardly believe it myself when I got here. Standing around out side thinking "Really? Do I even want to walk inside this place?"
Some people who have worked there for years and haven't seen anything out of the ordinary. And when I start telling my ghost stories they look at me like I've grown a second head or something.
Cowboy came up to me tonight and said that someone is writing a book based loosely on the truth about this place and making it the horror novel that it just screams out to be. I offered up a few ideas for plot twists.
But I swear, if they make a movie about it, people will just say "Well, duh! They made a prison out of an old mental hospital? What were they thinking? Of course it's haunted! And nobody in their right mind would want to work there, right?"
Nobody in their right mind. Exactly.
Monday morning will dawn bright and early as Festival Of Popular Delusions Day as well as Apple II Day, Hot Air Balloon Day and National Gingerbread Day.
Popular delusions...... yeah.
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