R. James Memorial Mental Institution: A Short Story

“Who is my father,” I questioned. This had gone on long enough. I know he was a bad person. I know he’s dead. I will find out who he is, no matter what.

There are voices, inside my head. They won’t stop, no matter what I do they tease me. They say a name I’ve only heard once. It doesn’t matter though, my therapist says they’ll be gone. “It’s just halloween messing with you, nothing more.” He wants to put me in a mental care facility. The only one we had was the “R. James Memorial Mental Institution.” It held the wealthier people that went crazy. Now kids go there to do illegal things. There are many people that died there. It was more of a death row than anything else. “Aunt Sadie, are you home?” I questioned “I have