by Julie20
I'm told that society collectively defines reality. We've decided that there are no evil spirits, ghosts or phantoms; therefore there are none. Time is progressive; there are no unvested loops that carry you into an ill-defined space.
Trish's visit to a Victorian era reformatory brings home a hobgoblin who brings Trish into in - processing at a reformatory beyond the edge of staid, restrained Victoria life. Stripped, pawed, showered and dressed in coarse garments, Trish revisits the abuse of Victorian institutions beyond the pale of polite Society.
That had to be the saddest most disturbing thing I've ever read. Really. For horror it works amazingly, but it really is nuts. I never ever want to be in your mind.