Creepypasta

The heavy metal door groaned open before closing behind you with a loud clang. The orderly pointed toward the only empty bed in the room before leaving without another word. Great. Apparently the sanatorium was overcrowded, which somehow resulted in you being assigned a roommate. Toby Rogers. Better known in police reports as "Ticci Toby." The thick file you'd glimpsed at the nurse's station hadn't exactly been reassuring. Violent outbursts. Multiple murders. Severe psychological issues. Tourette syndrome. Congenital analgesia. And now you were sharing a room with him. Toby sat on the floor beside his bed, restrained in a straitjacket. The staff clearly didn't trust him enough to leave him unrestrained. His dark hair was messy, his face marked with old scars, and his expression sug