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They arrive alive. They always leave dead. But first, they give me their confessions. My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my 'death' ward at the Asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at an Asylum for the Criminally Insane, and most of my patients know me as their Angel of Death. I know them as mass murderers, rapists, and serial killers — among other things. Here's what happens: they come on my floor, they give me their deathbed confession, and I help to make their death less painful.

My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my 'death' ward at the Asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at an Asylum for the Criminally Insane, and most of my patients know me as their Angel of Death. I know them as mass murderers, rapists, and serial killers—among other things. Here's what happens: they come on my floor, they give me their deathbed confession, and I help to make their death less painful. There's a catch, though: I want the real story, the one they haven't told anyone else.

My name is Jack Steen. That name shouldn’t mean anything to you, unless you’re about to die—and then I’m your bloody guardian angel. I work as a night nurse in the Asylum for the Criminally Insane.

Fans of Stephen King and Joe Hill that like to listen to audiobooks like The Bird Box and The Haunting and can't get enough stories about serial killers are going to enjoy listening to The Asylum Confessions. The majority of these killers are expert manipulators. I realize they could be playing me and messing with my head. It's a chance I'm willing to take. And now...they might just be playing with yours too.

My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my 'death' ward at the Asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at an Asylum for the Criminally Insane, and most of my patients know me as their Angel of Death. I know them as mass murderers, rapists, and serial killers - among other things. Here's what happens: they come on my floor, they give me their deathbed confession, and I help to make their death less painful. There's a catch, though: I want the real story, the one they haven't told anyone else.

They arrive alive. They always leave dead. But first, they give me their confession. You know by now my name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my "death" ward at the Asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at an Asylum for the Criminally Insane, and most of my patients know me as their Angel of Death. I know them as mass murderers, rapists, and serial killers—among other things. Here's what happens: they come on my floor, they give me their deathbed confession, and I help to make their death less painful.

My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my "death" ward at the Asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at an Asylum for the Criminally Insane, and most of my patients know me as their Angel of Death. I know them as mass murderers, rapists, and serial killers—among other things.

Each night brings another dying soul with a secret heavy enough to drag the dark closer: a toymaker obsessed with broken children, a woman who decided which kids never came home, a man whose holiday ledger ended in blood, and others who carried their sins far too long.

My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my "death" ward at the asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at the Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Most of my patients are serial killers and mass murderers, and they know me as the Angel of Death.

They arrive alive. They always leave dead. But before they go, they tell me everything. My name’s Jack Steen, night nurse in an asylum for the criminally insane—where mercy is optional, and every secret comes with a pulse that’s fading fast. My job isn’t to save them. It’s to listen. For years, I’ve recorded their deathbed confessions in the dead of night, one story at a time. What began as whispers caught on tape has now been transcribed—unedited, unfiltered, raw. These aren’t stories meant to be read so much as listened to, in the quiet hours when even your own heartbeat sounds too loud.

Every Halloween, the building unlocks the door, and this time, it was my turn for an invite. I would have turned it down, but I wasn't given a choice. And when the doors opened, I met a man waiting in the dark. Pastor Cole. A killer who preached salvation and killed you with a smile. I’ve heard a lot of confessions from the dying, but his was different. He didn’t want forgiveness. He wanted witnesses. He said the thirteenth floor was his church—that the voices behind the walls were his congregation. He said the Matron still keeps his sermons running.

Lord Tomlin is a bachelor, but he won't be for long if his overbearing aunt has anything to say about it. She's picked out a potential mate with an "acceptable" bloodline, but Tomlin has his eye on a pretty young acolyte who recently arrived at the castle. A mercenary army is encamped outside the gates, threatening to attack at any moment. And of course there’s a barrel of magic pickles…

My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my death ward at the asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at the Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Most of my patients are serial killers and mass murderers, and they know me as the Angel of Death. When they come onto my floor, I offer a deal: tell me their story. Their "untold" story that hasn't been read about in the news, sensationalized by media, or cataloged in a ridiculous number of academic papers.