The first time I ever heard about this place, I was fourteen years old. Some kids in my poetry class at school were bragging about having gone there and knicked some old files. Being the quiet girl who hid herself behind Paradise Lost in high school, I had developed the habit of eavesdropping, so I decided to listen a little bit.
They were showing off this old patent record. The woman involved, according to the record, had been repeatedly subjected to electroshock therapy, with no results.
I don't know if the file was for real or not, but it certainly seemed legitmate enough. It's not like these boys in my class were smart enough to perpetrate such a thing (they were jocky football players, for hell's sake.) so yeah, it kinda freaked me out a little bit. I also wondered why this woman was forced to endure shocks if they so obviously were not working.
Years later, about a month ago, to be exact, I finally visited this place. Oh my ****ing god.
Now, I don't claim to be psychic. I don't think I'm any kind of medium or all that, but the second I got there--hadn't even gotten out of the car--I didn't like it. I wanted to get the hell OUT. I felt this odd suction in the middle of my guts--like my heart was being pulled towards my stomach. It took a lot of self restraint to not roll down the window and puke everywhere. I don't know if that means the place is haunted or not, but my instincts were telling me "this place is bad, you don't want to be here, tell Israel to drive the hell away now." It was the most oppresively claustrophobic feeling I had ever gotten in my life. To say that I wanted to get out is an understatement--I
needed to leave. For several minutes, I legitimately struggled with the physical need to vomit and the want to break down and cry. It was awful.
Awful, but it disippated a little bit.
They're in the process of tearing down the place. There's really only one building left, and the windows are all caved in, covered in plastic. It was eerie, gave the sense of being watched. We didn't go in, we only lurked, but the feeling I got when we pulled in was just...totally overwhelming. I don't want to go back. My boyfriend wants to visit, to look for a straightjacket or something for a souvenier (men -.-) but I'm wary of returning. Anyone know anything? Here's a video I found, with pictures and music from the Silent Hill 2 OST (good choice, IMHO)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCSXYAJOfEU0:54 gave me a chill...I saw that hallway. It's part of the basement, very visible from the outside. I don't want to think about what it must have been like for the patients, there. Those long, dark corridors *shudder*