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Read an excerpt and see the cover for the first 'Psycho' novel in 20 years -- exclusive

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If re-watching Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece and bingeing Bates Motel still leave you itching for more Psycho, you’re in luck: The first new Psycho book in 20 years, Psycho: Sanitarium, is coming to a shelf near you this spring. EW has your exclusive cover reveal and a creepy excerpt below.

Robert Bloch’s first Psycho novel, published in 1959, was followed up by another 23 years later, which told us that Norman Bates had been in a mental institution—from which, in the novel, he quickly escapes and embarks on a killing spree. Chet Williamson’s follow-up answers the question: What was Norman up to in the sanitarium? What happened during the 20 years he was locked up? Find out March 1, 2016.

PSYCHO: SANITARIUM by Chet Williamson

Nurse Marie was talking to Norman, but he tried not to listen to her. If he listened too closely or, even worse, if he tried to respond to her, to thank her for feeding him, or to tell her that the meat loaf was good or he liked the cake, Mother would get mad and yell at him. He hated it when she did that. It was too quiet in here, and there wasn’t anywhere else he could go to get away from her.

Nurse Marie put down the plastic spoon and picked up the paper napkin. She touched it to Norman’s mouth, dabbed either side of it, and then wiped it. It felt good when she did that, when he felt her fingers through the thin paper trace across his lips as though he was kissing them, and when they were just under his nose he inhaled, trying to get the smell of her flesh into his nostrils. He did it again now, and there was an audible sniff which he hoped Nurse Marie hadn’t noticed, and then…

Bitch.

Norman froze. He stopped chewing and listened, fearing the worst.

“Norman?” he heard Nurse Marie say. “Is anything wrong?”

In spite of himself, he was about to answer, to open his mouth full of carrots and tell her, even though he knew that would be a big mistake. But it was already too late.

Yes, Norman…is anything wrong?

Mother. She was angry. She knew that Nurse Marie’s wiping of his lips had made him have bad thoughts. She knew. Mother knew everything.

Is anything wrong, Norman? Why don’t you tell the bitch? Tell her how much you like having her touch you! Maybe you could dribble in your lap and see if she would wipe it up! You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you dirty boy!

Stop it, Mother. Please.

Then you stop thinking that way, Norman. It was those kinds of thoughts that made you kill that other girl, wasn’t it? You couldn’t have her in your dirty way, so you had to kill her, isn’t that right?

No, Mother! You killed her, not me!

You wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t wanted to, Norman. Don’t you blame me.

“Norman?” he heard Nurse Marie ask again. “Aren’t you hungry anymore? Have you had enough to eat?”

Norman didn’t answer, but he started to chew again. He chewed the carrots, and the crunching sound was loud inside his head, loud enough to drown out Mother, and he swallowed.

Crunch away, but I know what you’re thinking, boy. I always know.

It was only a whisper in his head, but he heard it clearly. He was finished eating now. He thought Nurse Marie had said something about chocolate cake, and he liked chocolate cake, but he didn’t want Mother to get mad again.

Norman…

Was that her again?

Norman, do you want…

Mother? Or…

“…some cake?”

Nurse Marie. Oh god, yes, Nurse Marie. And he did want some cake, in spite of Mother. He opened his mouth, hoping that Mother wouldn’t speak aloud out of it.