Story Corner
Married to a murderer The corridor was empty at this hour of the day except a few nurses at the end of the ally . The reception desk was empty but I didn't bother about it as I knew where to go. As my steps began to echo in the hallway; I suspected my own shadow lingering on the walls and changing shapes, new and horrible shapes. No one except the person I was going to meet knew the purpose of my arrival here in this asylum at this hour. I quietly stopped at the door of an office and knocked. There was a pause and then I was welcomed in. "How's the now?" I inquired. the doctor who took me in replied"She is well but....." "But what?" I cut him before he could finish his sentence. "But she is becoming even more impatient. She mumbles and cries; she even begs people to let go of her , to stop bothering her." he completed his sentence patiently. "This is strange" he continued"because...