“Stewie, my friend is down from New York and he wants to check out this abandoned mental hospital.”

That was what my friend, Zig, said to me.

“Oh yeah? Where’s it at?” I asked.

“Six miles from my house.”

“Sold.”

That’s where I went Sunday afternoon. To an abandoned mental hospital. With camera in hand.

Yeah. Nothing to see here. Move along.

A couple of the buildings on the grounds.

It seemed every single door in the joint, be it inside or out, was a doorway to hell.

These two shots were from the same spot. Just opposite directions. If this were a choose your own adventure book, you were screwed no matter what.

Even the water tower was hopeless.

Talk about creepy beautiful.