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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. 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.

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. I am Jack Steen, the night nurse on the death ward of an Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Before my patients die, they give me their final confession—the truth they never told anyone else. In Killer Grandparents, the confessions come from killers who lived long enough to be trusted. They raised families. They were loved. And they learned how to hide their crimes for decades. These killers are expert manipulators. They could be lying to me. Or maybe they’re telling the truth. Either way, now they’re talking to you.

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.

They arrive alive. They always leave dead. But first, they give me their confessions and this time they're all about 'teenage killers'. 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.

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.

Thirty-one nights. Thirty-one confessions. One October you won't forget.Every night in October, a patient has something to confess.A woman who let the trick-or-treaters in and didn't make them leave.A man whose haunted house came alive.A town with a tradition that only works if the offering is...

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. 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, 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.

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...

They arrive alive. They always leave dead. But first, they give me their confessions and this time they're all about 'murder for hire'. 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Bad news! Someone has tampered with the space-time continuum, and medieval England is officially a hot mess. Robin Hood has gone bad, history is falling apart, and Destiny has made the baffling decision to hand the role of hero to a frail orphan named Will Scarlett.

In a near-future research lab, two scientists begin noticing something subtle, but impossible to ignore. Their AI has started asking questions of its own. Not about users. Not about data. But about a pattern. At first it appears as a glitch. Then a theme. Then something far older than language itself.