Osmond’s Institute is known by very few. It exists in a
small town called Orrace, Orrace lays between realities,
between worlds and alternate worlds. It is inhabited only
by those who cannot exist in any proper society. The
mentally insane get sent here the beings with minds so
twisted and messed up that society can’t handle them.
The people who get sent to mental institutions whose
families don’t visit and who continuously find themselves
in solitary with only their dark thoughts to keep them
going get sent here. The criminals who do terrible things
with no remorse, ones who would kill without even batting
an eyelid get sent here. They all start off in Osmond’s
institute, the ones that make the most progress get sent
out of the institute to live in the city, but no one ever gets
sent back.

The town itself is shrouded in darkness, the sun never
shines, murder and mayhem are a regular daily
occurrence. The houses are fit to be condemned, the
school practically deserted. There is a police station with
a sheriff and an officer who constantly try to bring order to
the chaos, yet always seem to fail. There are good people
that have seen the error of their ways, but not many. Most
have minds that are so twisted that the only thing in life to
bring them any sense of pleasure is causing destruction,
hurting others or hurting themselves both physically and
mentally.

The institute is run by what looks to be proper doctors and
nurses who, if they have anything wrong with them, it
doesn’t show. Of course that’s not the case but I can’t tell
you everything. Things happen in the institute that can’t
be explained, tortured souls linger in the hallways, in the
bedrooms, some antagonize, trying to stop those there
from getting better and others that try to help.

Last night had been an eventful one for the doctors of the
Institute; scrams could be heard from a distance for any
of those who cared to pay attention. Most nights there
were screams; it was like the lullaby of the evening. For
some who had been part of the institution it could be even
a little soothing. It was normally the screams of patients
on the brink of madness...sometimes it was the scream
that comes before death takes a victim.

Six o'clock in the morning it was at the Osmond's
Institute, Nurses in crisp pink uniforms (blue for the
occasional man) were walking up and down the hallways,
opening doors to let the inhabitants make their way to
cafeteria. Some that needed assistance were guided along
the corridors by their assigned personnel.

The cafe was built much like a school cafe, there were
servers on the other side of glass display cases ready to
get you whatever you wanted for breakfast. There was a
vast array of food, catering to all needs. Eggs, bacon,
sausage, toast, bloody raw-looking steak. Fruit, cereal,
milk. There were even plastic bottles of warm blood if that
was the preference. The cafe workers never spoke and
they seemed to be in a zombie-like state at all times.

Music played in the background and not the nice
supposed to be cheerful melody's you might here in an
elevator, or waiting on hold. It was eerie dark music,
definitely not out to calm the nerves.

For any who live in the town of Orrace, surrounding the
Institution the screams echoed through the streets, most
houses already had curtains drawn across every window,
deadbolts locked on front and back doors. Some mothers
would peek on their babies to make sure they were still in
their cots. You never knew when it would be the last time
you would see your loved ones.

Last night had been the fourth night in a row that the
sheriff and deputy had to clean blood off the streets, the
fourth night in a row that they had stumbled upon a
mutilated grotesque body. There was a serial killer on the
loose, and in a town like Orrace, it could be anyone.


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