PW

Ah, the psych ward. This specific ward housed slashers. The whole staff was specifically trained to deal with them. The therapists. The cooks. Doctors. Nurses. Psychologists. Security. They were all trained to deal with very dangerous criminals. So when a teenage girl was admitted to the ward with nothing outstanding on her record, the staff was slightly shaken. But today, her second day there, was therapy. In the auxiliary gym, a circle of chairs were assembled in the middle of the room. Everyone was already there. Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, and Freddy Krueger. They all had restraints, being tied to their chairs. But everyone’s interested when y/n walked in without a security escort. Even Michael tilted his head.