It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra. Welcome to Smithfield.

Mineral Wells continued.

7 a.m. breakfast. 8 a.m. breakfast 8 a.m. treatment. 9 a.m. meds. 10 a.m. exercise or therapy. 12 p.m. lunch. 1.30 p.m. therapy. 3 p. 3 PM meds 6 PM dinner 7 PM treatment 930 PM lights out

sounds fun huh this has been my schedule day in and day out since I've been here.

It never changes, except on rare occasions.

I actually never planned on telling this part of my story,

but writing this all out helps me tremendously.

At least that's what my therapist says.

In short, I was a police officer in a small town, Mineral Wells, Texas, which I'd like to affectionately say is located somewhere

north of interesting and south of scary as hell.

After a series of paranormal events and the eventual decline of my mental health, I was indicted for the

murder of a retired school teacher, a crime which I did not commit.

I had some kind of psychotic break or so they said.

The court found that I was mentally unfit to stand trial and instead committed me to the

secure mental facility, Reed, insane asylum, for a 40-year max term. It only took a little money to bribe and orderly

to give me access to my phone, which I'm allowed to use sporadically. The day the judge

committed me was the lowest point in my entire life.

I was admonished in court for the horrible way in which I had committed the crime

and about how many lives would be affected by it.

I sat in silence, barely blinking, staring into the void of my past.

The thought that repeated in my brain, what did I do to deserve this?

How did everything go so wrong?

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