pripyat-chernobyl-1493248420KY2Her life was never the same after the attempted lobotomy. Her husband, Kevin kept her brain alive in a jar high above the bookshelf. He had it designed to perform simple commands.

Kevin joined a freak show shortly after the incident, in hopes of earning enough money to perform the procedure, and finding a suitable body (for his wife.)

The surgeon at the Trans Alleghany Lunatic Asylum had suffered a nervous breakdown, a few days before her (Renee’s) operation. There were some unusual occurences going on, as well as reports of poltergeist.

Patients on the upper floor complained that their light fixtures wouldn’t work, and rapping noises kept them up most of the night.

The night attendants were disturbed by the fact that all their phones would go off at the same time, between 2 and 3 a.m. every night. Sometimes, they even heard bird noises.

One evening, a nurse fled the building, and never returned, after witnessing an alarm clock that wasn’t plugged in, nor did it have batteries in it, turn on by itself, and blast music.

Lenny, the surgeon, shoved an icepick into his eye, after failing Renee’s surgery. Although her brain was able to be kept alive, her body quickly perished.

The residents had their own quarters separate from the patients. There had been a mutiny about a week ago. The residents refused to use the staff bathroom.

“OK., who flooded the toilet this bad? It’s been overflowing for over an hour. You must have done it on purpose. I’ve never seen a group of adults so afraid to use a bathroom!” Dr. Bernstein shouted.

“Why don’t you just see for yourself,” one of the residents chimed in. “Spend the night in our quarters.”

The doctor was jerked awake, by a loud booming voice coming from the lavalory. “I am the Bathroom Ghost!”

The staff did some research, and discovered that a marine had hung himself in that bathroom, because of his girlfriend. His last words to her were: “That wasn’t a very nice thing to say to me.” Apparently, he uttered these words before his neck snapped.

Dr. Foley (of the freak show) had Renee doing psychic readings through a system that resembled a cross between, morse code. and a lie detector test.

“I need to consult an oracle,” Kevin said, “Honey, when you were on that bridge, they tried do an exorcism on you. You were confused, and depressed. That’s how you ended up in the looney bin. You even began to forget who you are!”

Kevin, who was also a shaman, had her soul kept safe within her totem animal, the wolf.

People were fascinated by Renee’s ability as a spiritual psychic. She was able to make contact with ravens, and hawks; even changing their flight formations. Sometimes she could even make them talk like parrots.

Renee had learned some advanced metaphysical techniques from the town gypsy. She came up with a new act. The crowd seemed to love it.

She would find a random audience member, and astral project into that person. The “surprized” person would be in a hypnotized state, and she would have that person dance, sing, bark like a dog, or whatever suited her.

A couple months later, a teenage participant became irate from this particular act. She told off Renee, and insulted her. Renee was so devastated that she didn’t talk for three weeks, after the girl made a nasty remark about her being a disembodied freak.

Kevin finally snapped, and kidnapped the girl, the next time she showed up for the performance. He had more than enough saved up for the procedure, and he had just fallen in love with carnie life.

Renee quickly recuperated. No one ever saw the couple again. Some say that they’re living in the wildernessm while others say that they’re holed up in an underground bunker.


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