It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
Whenever mental hospitals are mentioned, the general impression is one of high walls, iron-locked gates, gloom, dimness, strict terror, and an omnipresent sense of being "caged in."
The patients are often unkempt, disheveled, babbling nonsense, raving mad, while the nurses are burly, wielding electric batons, and the doctors do little more than prescribe sleeping pills and tranquilizers.
Well... this perception, aside from being perpetuated by various artistic and film representations over the years...
Is mainly because mental hospitals a century ago really were like that, or even worse.