Personal Narrative-Delta Mental Asylum
There it was, the creaky staircase of the abandoned Delta Mental Asylum. I have no idea why I thought this was a good idea. I’m getting chills and it’s the middle of summer. At least I’m not alone my sister, Aubrey, is with me. We were just about to go up the stairs when I thought I heard giggles, but Aubrey said I was just being paranoid. The reason why we’re here is: there’s been rumors about this asylum being cursed. Apparently all the patients were killed by the workers when their disease became incurable, so they didn’t have to be dealt with anymore. Before one of the patients died, she found stolen letters in the staff room she had written, reputedly wanting to commit suicide. Now her and the other patients were back haunting the place.
Personal Narrative-Hocking Hills
888 Words | 4 PagesHocking Hills It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange.
Summary Of Shared Rice's Insane Standards
418 Words | 2 PagesAccording to Rice the layout of this area is interesting. You go up a steep hill, and first drive past a partially burnt down mansion. About mile up the road, is the actually insane asylum. “I was disappointed with this in a way, the sheriff lives right next to the asylum so it is watched and
Danvers State Hospital During The 1800s And Early 1900s
1439 Words | 6 PagesAlthough life during the 1800s and early 1900s weren’t all that great, to begin with, compare that to how asylums treated patients during this time, the normal population life should have seen life as a simple breeze in the wind. There is a reason that our first thoughts when thinking of asylums is horror and it’s because of all of the horror shows that actually happen at these areas. Then comes in a place that has a new idea of treating patients, a new of thinking that never had been seen before. A new revolution when it comes to the psychological medical field. Step in Danvers State Hospital.
Eagle River-Personal Narrative
318 Words | 2 PagesIt’s June 16, 2016, and I’m in Eagle River. I’m thinking to myself, “Why am I here? I am not in the mood for this. This isn’t what I planned for. I should be walking through the competitor gates, not the gates for the stands and raffles.”
Personal Narrative: The Bella Vista Mental Hospital
194 Words | 1 PagesI am surrounded by darkness, confined in a paltry room its contents limited to a bed with a thin mattress and pillow. The air is dense and smells of blood. The brown walls smothered in writing reek of mulch. The only way to get in or out is through a small metal door that is locked from the outside. I feel like a caged animal, my every move being watched.
Personal Narrative: Day Two Clinicals
597 Words | 3 PagesDay two clinicals. This day went so much smoother. I had the same two patient as the day before and one got discharged and I got a new patient. I feel like my second day I had an amazing relationship with my one patient. I got her to eat a little more that day because I knew what to talk to her about.
Personal Narrative: Overbrook Asylum
1298 Words | 6 PagesIt was a gray day. The sun did not shine; it could not pierce the layers of powdery black skies along with the fog. The thick mist that was not really rain, or fog covered the southeastern corner of New Jersey. It was depressing, just like most days in the area surrounding the Overbrook Asylum. On the outside, Overbrook was a welcoming place where patients were treated with care along with respect; the inside was very different.
Personal Narrative-Mackinac Island
357 Words | 2 PagesMackinac Island. Never thought I would be here, but I was, FOR REAL! We got off the boat and waited for our bikes to come out of the boat. We got our bikes and started our route around the island. We rode about half a mile, when my cousin Andie said she had to go to the bathroom.
Virgin River-Personal Narrative
515 Words | 3 PagesI couldn’t believe it. Suddenly, it was pouring! I was eleven and I was on a hike in the Zion Canyon Narrows, walking through the Virgin River. The views were spectacular, not a cloud in the sky, and everything was perfect.
Personal Narrative: One Recovery
583 Words | 3 PagesThe transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G.
Personal Narrative-Donna's Cabin
341 Words | 2 PagesDonna, Jenny, and I found a campsite to forage from. We had just ran out of gas so we left the car behind and walked. We found 3 old, rusty trailers(This is sensory detail and coordinating adjective) and a shaded porch! We might’ve just found the strand of hope we needed!
Personal Narrative: Cabin
583 Words | 3 PagesCabin Story My father said that we were going to my grandfather 's cabin in the woods of Colorado near Arrowhead Creek. Our grandpa said not to go out at night. We didn 't know how good of shape the cabin was because it hadn 't been used for fifty years, in fact we don 't know if even exist. Though we were going hunting and fishing.
Personal Narrative: Rabidus Insane Asylum
881 Words | 4 PagesI walked out of the door into the long hallway and began to walk around the asylum. I saw a large window
Personal Narrative: Growing Up With Mental Illness
693 Words | 3 PagesGrowing up with mental illness they called me crazy, annoying, and angry. They looked at me differently. They’d even talk about it amongst themselves, but never offered guidance. That’s the problem with society these days. Everyone loves a party, but no one wants to clean up the mess.
The Insane-Personal Narrative
397 Words | 2 PagesLate one night at school, my best friend Christina and I was working on a project. As we were working I had to go to the restroom. I was walking out, as I saw a tall man with a creepy doll mask on and a knife in his head. In that moment, I was so frightened that my body was still, cold, and frozen. Christina had come to see what I was looking at.
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