There’s just something endlessly fascinating about places left to rot, as if forgotten and abandoned. When those places also have a history founded in tragic mystery, the allure intensifies. For years, I’d heard rumors of an old, abandoned asylum near my town. People said it was haunted, where strange things occurred at night. For a morbidly interested person such as myself, I figured I would inevitably have to come and investigate it personally. Therefore, I concocted a plan to do something which might have seemed inconceivable for many: I decided to spend a full 24 hours alone inside the asylum to see if the legends held any truth.
What follows is a description of the details of that experience, an eerie night in which I faced not only the dark history of the asylum but also the haunting question: Is it possible for places to keep the energy of those who suffered within their walls?
