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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  • Commented on August 7, 2013 at 5:57 pm

    I like this one 😀 i feel it deserves more than 3 stars.

  • Commented on August 7, 2013 at 8:07 pm

    Thanks glad you liked it 😀
    A few of my stories have been narrated, including this one. Here’s the link if you want to hear this story.

  • Commented on August 12, 2013 at 11:48 am

    I didn’t realize this story had already been narrated, I recently made a channel and have been looking through this site to find a story to upload as my first, i read through this and instantly loved it, I’ll come back with a link to the video once it is uploaded and if you want me to remove it I will, all credit is given to you in the description and a link to your creepypasta index page will be in there too, are there any other links you want me to put there?

  • Commented on August 13, 2013 at 10:05 pm

    Ah cool yeah you can do that 🙂
    Just have the link to this story. But could you also add my youtube please. I do narrations myself now.

    I’ll check back in a few days to see your channel. Thanks 🙂

  • Commented on August 14, 2013 at 10:58 pm

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

  • Commented on September 5, 2013 at 1:49 pm

    The wrong guy is behind bars here.

  • Commented on September 18, 2013 at 4:02 pm

    It’s ok.

  • Commented on December 12, 2013 at 8:45 pm

    it’s good.

  • Commented on March 3, 2014 at 4:55 pm

    so he is the demon

  • Commented on June 4, 2014 at 11:52 pm

    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.

  • Commented on August 19, 2014 at 12:43 am

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

  • Commented on November 5, 2014 at 3:11 pm

    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

  • Commented on February 24, 2015 at 6:00 pm

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

  • Commented on February 24, 2015 at 8:10 pm

    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!

  • Commented on April 19, 2015 at 9:12 pm

    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.

  • Commented on October 18, 2015 at 9:21 pm

    Hahahaha… Nice..

  • Commented on January 13, 2016 at 11:20 pm

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

  • Commented on February 16, 2016 at 12:15 am

    I don’t really understand this one

  • Commented on March 21, 2016 at 4:50 pm

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

  • Commented on May 6, 2016 at 12:15 pm

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

  • Commented on June 30, 2016 at 4:00 pm

    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.

  • Commented on October 21, 2016 at 10:11 am

    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

  • Commented on December 1, 2017 at 5:51 pm

    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.]

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