“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.
I LOVE IT – stuff like that intrigues me. Thanks for posting those pictures. It’s nice to see REAL pictures taken by someone NOT affiliated with the media & such. 😉
Oooh – I hope you smudged or something after. Think of all the restless spirits there. Very cool photos, but I would never have been able to sleep after.
Thanks, ladies!
Snooze, yeah, it was creepy as hell. I mean super creepy. I hope none of those spirits followed me home. That would suck.