All seemed quiet in the psych ward. Everyone either asleep, or minding their own business. There was nothing unusual that night, or at least, that's what the staff would say.
The facility's latest inmate was laying on his bed, thinking of how he could get out of the place, and avoid jail. When suddenly, an unearthy barrier surrounded the openings of his cell.
"Huh?"
The air grew colder, and misty.
"Johnny..." came a familiar voice. "Johnny..."
The inmate froze. He frantically looked around for the source of the haunting voice, but, to his horror, couldn't. Unbeknownst to him, was that the playing device had a cloaking spell on it. As did the demons operating it.
"Where are you?" the inmate asked the walls.
"The afterlife. You can join me. Didn't you want to be together forever?"
The inmate gasped. He wanted Venus, but not if it meant dying too.
"You don't?" The voice moved around the room, "I thought you loved me. That's what you kept telling me?"
"I-I, love you." He felt a cold hand grab onto his back, and pull him close to a cold block of air.
"Then why are you hesitating? You said that if I love you, then I should want to spend all my time with you. And when I'm not with you, I should be pinning for you."
The inmate racked his brain for answers. "How do I know, you're really Venus?"
"Your full name is Jonathan Theodore Gein."
"Ok, that's something she would know."
"Yes. Or could it be? That you don't love me?"
"What? Of course I do!"
"Then why did you kill me?"
"Because, you were being bad."
The voice turned mad. "How is saying, I don't want to be with you, bad?"
The inmate grew defensive, "Because you're mine!"
"Says who?"
"Says, says, well, when you become someone's girlfriend, you become their property!"
"Says who?"
"Says, says..." the inmate tried to think of an answer that wouldn't make him seem like a jerk, but couldn't.
"Face it! You only wanted to control me! And when you lost that control, you felt like you had nothing left to lose. You entitled, uncaring, unfeeling, unaccountable, piece of shit!"
The other inmates swore they heard a scream that night, but, no one took them seriously. After all, none of the staff could.
But nonetheless, Jonathan Gein was found bruised and scarred the next morning. His mind was completely gone, muttering about ex-girlfriends, and entitlement. Even though the wounds weren't self-inflicted, there wasn't any sign of someone else in his cell that night. So, he was deemed unfit to stand trial, and forced to spend the rest of his life in an insane asylum.