ACLawrence

Supernatural Horror Part 1 I hoped Rockwood prison would be my golden ticket: a paid internship as a political science major and a front-row seat to Warden Britanthony Snow's grand experiment, rehabilitation over punishment. A few years ago, I had made a drunken and reckless mistake. I drove my car into the concession stand of a skating rink injuring my boyfriend, his little brother, and the girl he was cheating with.

The steady droning of fluorescent lights buzzed through the perpetually cold morgue. A sound that, after three years, had woven its way into my sense of peace as comforting and familiar as my own breathing. Carl muttered under his breath as he wrestled with the finicky coffee machine before it spurted out the coveted drink. It wasn’t just the vending machine that put him in such a grumpy mood. We had gotten another new intern. Some emo kid with a gauge piercing and nose ring, obsessed with…