Campfire lit? Everyone have a flashlight? Are you ready for a ghost story?
Good. Hold onto your diapies, babies.
Our second explore ever is kind of a legend around these parts. A 17 story monster of decay and medical history. (That’s not including the two basements or roofs!) An abandoned psychiatric hospital.
Every time we visited this place something ridiculous happened. You’ll be getting the story of our first time inside as well as our final time, because it got to the point of a whole lotta nope.
Let’s get the history part outta the way cause this story is amazeballs.
The campus was originally constructed as the State Hospital. This state-run mental hospital took over responsibilities from the County Insane Asylum in 1891. The Building was opened in 1959 and housed over 1,000 beds until 1995 when the last patients were moved to newer facilities elsewhere on the campus. A lot of questionable medical practices were used at this hospital. There is a new active psychiatric hospital next door to this abandoned facility and the parking lot is currently used by the college for over flow parking.
Enough formalities, story time.
Pulling up to the building I don’t think I’ve had so much adrenaline pump through my little 19 year old veins. We became a little more intelligent and brought a backpack this time filled with flashlights, gloves and respiration masks. After circling around the building on foot and seeing no easy openings we decided to create our own.
Jay encouraged an already loose board partially off a lower window only to reveal a screen which we could not get through. We decided to search for another way in.
Best idea we had? To shimmy up a pole to a roof with guess what, no windows.
Cool. I just climbed this like I was looking to pick some coconuts and for naught.
But, I’m a glass half full kinda girl and to our surprise we found something useful for that screen we mentioned before.
A rusted knife.
On the roof.
Of an abandoned psychiatric center….
Shrug. CUT THE SCREEN!
And we’re in.
The first two floors are pitch black. I mean scary dark.
The further up we went we found the floors had the same set up; ward, rooms, day room, cafeteria, and nurses station. Each one had a theme. The nautical floor was my favorite.
We found some old equipment and took full advantage of it. (At this point in my exploring career I’m still terrified of touching anything “gross”)
The first trip there we made it about halfway through the entire building and decided to return again to finish another day. (It was freezing and I couldnt feel my feet) Making our way into the depths of darkness that was the first floor we heard voices. Inside the building.
Explicit word, explicit word, explicit word.
After hiding in a bathroom for a few minutes we deduced whoever these people were, they weren’t cops.
We decided to go out and face the unknown, which turned out to be a group of pretty cool kids who had just gotten in through our hole!
They offered to get us onto the roof. Um, yup.
We followed our new friends up 18 flights of stairs to find they had gated the stairs to the roof shut.
One of the kids whipped out a manual saw and started going to town on the thin bars. The noise was deafening and we were out.
Back down the endless stairs and out the window.
Now, I went in once without Jay which was uneventful, but the last time I was there is the main reason I don’t particularly want to return.
Ghosts, man. And your lady didn’t bring any salt. Idjits.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. “Pfffttt ghosts aren’t real” and you sir can stop reading now cause this is some spooky stuff.
This instance we finally got onto the roof.
Which was beautiful I might add. You can see my entire gorgeous city and how high up we really were.
Sad side story, there is a rumor that a young man jumped off this roof and committed suicide. Written all along the roof are names and rest in peace. I couldn’t find the article or I would have linked it.
The sun was setting and my phone dying, so we decided it was time to go and quickly.
Running down the flights of stairs racing the sinking sun trying to get to the hole we had come in.
Half way down the flashlights died. We fished through the backpack for the backups, also dead.
They hadn’t been used….
We watched the battery in Jay’s phone just drain.
We didn’t make it.
We got to the bottom floors and started feeling around the damp, grime covered walls looking for the light that didn’t exist to come through where we first came in.
I might have started panicking.
We could literally not see anything. I started taking the batteries out of my camera and putting them back in so I could turn it on long enough to take a picture with the flash.
After what seemed like hours we got to a loose board on a window, Jay pushed it open enough for me to squeeze through and I fell into the darkness outside. Jay quickly followed and I may have kissed the ground.
I did. I worshiped the outside for a moment, wiped my tears and went back to the car.
You could say all of our electronics drained because of the mechanics on top of the tower for the planes, but being in that place and how it felt, I mean it’s whatever you believe in. I personally needed the ghostfacers.
We learned a few things and hey, at least we wore pants one of these times.
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