Broadmoor creeps into your blood, the walls touch the sky and the grounds suck you in, theyve even got their own burial ground. We called it the madmans hole, it smelt of fear; a stillness and even the birds seemed to have a stone face like their eyes were made of marble. So many monsters, men of hell, I dont know how a sane man can keep sane in there.
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Stephen Richards was British author. Stephen Richards is an author writing in the self-help genre. The first book he wrote in 1998 was in the true crime genre for Mirage Publishing. Read more on Wikipedia →