My Ward


I’ve worked in prisons for the criminally insane for 10 years now, and I can honestly say I wouldn’t change my job for the world. With any hard work rehabilitation is possible, and I believe true justice can be served.

I remember my first day vividly, how terrified I was to do night shifts. How uneasy I got walking that long dark, silent corridor. That phrase you hear on your first day sticks with you forever.
“Eyes down, keep right.”

This is a very old, very small prison, designed for only a select few patients. No doors, no glass.

Only bars. In fact the ward itself is believed to be haunted. Patients describe a “demon” who paces back and forth, peering into their cells at night. But this is just what the recruits are told.

Now days I can spot which new recruits will stay and which will leave. It intrigues me seeing how fresh new recruits handle certain situations, and how passionate they really are to rehabilitating the unspeakable. You’ll need that passion that I have.

I don’t want to go into too much detail here, to save certain peoples dignity, but let’s just say I’ve seen more recruits leave than stay.

I’m on a late shift now with just one other officer. Flicking through patient files again and again. This is the boring part. I like to put each folder in piles I deem the worst crimes. This has just become second nature to me now; I could show you some files that would easily shatter your nerve as a new recruit.

These patients are on my ward. They are extremely fragile, yet incredibly dangerous due to their crimes. If you are going to help them, you can never forget that.

I grab the keys and head on down to that infamous long, dark corridor, locking myself in.

It’s unbearably silent, and dark. The only light coming from thin slits in each cell. This is the part so many recruits can’t handle. The atmosphere is intense. Essentially an old brick tunnel, with a row of caged animals hissing, whispering…crying.
I keep to the right and set myself on the floor, peering in at the last dark cell.

“What are these marks you’ve scratched on the walls Briggs?”

“Why don’t you come closer to the bars officer? I can barely see you lurking in the shadows out there.” He whispered this from what sounded like the back of the cell. But I can’t be certain. There are only a few patients here, so it’s usually quiet and claustrophobic.

“I’m fine. Are these the names of your victims Briggs?”
No response. He’s hiding in some dark corner; all I can see from the light are scratches on the brick walls, and his bed.

“How am I to know how you are if you won’t talk?”
I open his file and start reading some details every now and then.

“Two children taken from their home at night and drowned; look at what you did to their faces, do they look familiar now?”

“An abusive family is no excuse; I know what your father did to you.”
I can hear a slight whimpering coming from his cell, as I recall his childhood.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“But you did, that’s why you cry in your sleep. What do they say?”

“We’ll be together soon. I watched them for months!”
His sobbing is getting worse now, and I can hear movement, almost as if he is dragging his knees across the cold hard floor from one side of his cell to the other.
I feel spiteful now. His voice starting to irritate me. “You won’t be in heaven though Briggs.”

“I will! I feel dead already, I felt dead that very night.”

“You’re not dead Briggs, not dead at all. Here.”
I slide a mirror under his cell to hear his sobbing now become frantic murmurs. He scratches the walls crying in agony as he spits out his disgusting gibberish.


“Look into it. Look at that face.” “BITE Briggs, bite down on your tongue and join them!”
I turn further away whilst listening to his disgusting gurgling and choking. Listening even harder I can hear him hissing and cursing through clenched teeth, as I read the files faster and faster.

“I can’t! I don’t want to”

“Yes you do Briggs, you almost had it. I gave you a mirror Briggs! Use that.”


After 10 gruelling minutes, it was all over.
I picked up the file and headed back, rattling my baton along the other cells as I left.

Oh yes. I wouldn’t change my job for the world.

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LolSpooky avatar
6 years ago

I didn’t really understand the story. Could someone explain? [I didn’t understand the part where he was handing him the mirror and telling him to look into it.]

AeonsLLC avatar
7 years ago

Fantastic with a sadistic twist that was very appealing to me in the sense of me being a big Hannibal Lector fan(Books and Movies mind you), this had the same feel to it in my opinion. Keep it up! 10/10

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7 years ago

I don’t know if you are still around to read this but I read this story on my channel, It was given to me by a fan and it wasn’t until i published it that the guy who sent me this told me that it was YOU who wrote the story. So i’m asking for permission now to keep this video on youtube that contains your story. I hope this doesn’t anger you but if you want i can remove the video. Just message me on my channel Gruesome Grim ( and i will remove it.

7 years ago

… Are those references to The Silence of the Lambs though?

thepastagirl avatar
7 years ago

so is it where he is capturing people? i cant tell what is going on.

7 years ago

I don’t really understand this one

DarknessAngel avatar
7 years ago

nothing is better than being able to torture people! it sound like fun

LinberthDiaz avatar
8 years ago

Hahahaha… Nice..

Goawayplease avatar
8 years ago

Wow nice twist! I had really thought that the guards would become insane and would ramble on about the demon, but no one would believe them. That was very good.

8 years ago

I love when someone is really able to portray the mindset of a true psychotic in a pasta, and you’ve just done it very well with this one. Good job!

8 years ago

This pasta is very twisted. I love it! We need more pastas like this one!!

nobodyspecial123t avatar
9 years ago

the fact that the “demon” is the main character is a huge plot twist I was expecting a person to escape and hurt the guard but nope so yeah this is amazing

9 years ago

I loved this, as I’d love to work in an asylum myself.

9 years ago

I like the last two sentences. Expected, but they upped the feeling I got from the character. It was nice that it was the last moment.

9 years ago

so he is the demon

fluffypenguin11 avatar
9 years ago

it’s good.

10 years ago

It’s ok.

10 years ago

The wrong guy is behind bars here.

10 years ago

If anyone wants to hear this pasta narrated by a welshman 😉 here it is