22:13 Oct 24 2015
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Spent the last weekend in an old closed down hospital to take photos with the owner’s permission. Closed since 9/11/01 the place was run down, but had been on a few ‘ghost shows’ on TV. 4 floors with over 200 bed count- the place was wonderful. The owner showed us how to lock the door we went in from the inside so he left us to stay as long as we want. 4 hours later we were on the third floor. While the basement and 1st floor was all black due to boarded up windows- the other floors full of light.
Friend who was with me was in front of me, going room to room. Now- this place had the old wooden heavy door that had the metal handles you had to hit, push against and open the door. They make a clicking noise when you hit the handle downward, unlatching it to open it. Not a handle, but a push type handle. Think the doors you go into that has the bar along them, the click they make.
So she is in front, I am taking photos of the hallway and she comes out of one room, the door pushing her out it looked like. “You want to cool off- go in there. The window is open and it is a breeze and a half.” Seeing as we just climb three floor, I could use the cooling off but the dust- no thinks. So the door slams shut as she steps away to continue up the hallway. This place has been added onto from 1935 when it was first turned into a hospital from a collage. Three elevators, three different stairways. Just a big place, shape like a bat with it’s wings open.
So we come to the center area and the nurse station is there. I set up a photo, telling her to stay out of the long exposed shot. I push the camera release and drop my hand away. That is when I hear the click. Now- my friend I can see, she is in front of me but I know she is behind the half way that was right at the nurse station. I also know there isn’t a door there. Door opens, wind sound, then is slams shut. “Hey XXX- did you hear that?” I turned, nothing in the hallway but the wires hanging down from the ceiling scrapers left, moving a little like it was hit by a short burst of wind. Old ceiling tile on the floor, but nothing standing there. That I could see, that is.
She ask me what I was talking about and I looked back to her. The camera clicked, finished up the shot. “The door- did you hear it?” She step out from behind the wall, looking at me. “Yeah. You went into the room, right?” I raised my eyebrow. “I never step from here.” “But the door open…” She came toward me and we both looked at the room. “The wind is strong in there but.. how could it of open on it’s own? It latched.” “And the wind is blowing against the door, not with it.” We shared a look, and I picked up the tripod, readying to move on. “OK then…” “Yeah… let’s get this floor done.”
Only thing that happen the 6 plus hours we was there that day.
COMMENTS
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NeverMind
02:22 Oct 25 2015
I can understand why those last candle holders make you smile, they're cute. All of these decorations are lovely, and you seem to have a warm, pleasant home.
Elemental
21:21 Oct 26 2015
They are pretty. Sorry about the RPG..:(