Yesterday was an interesting day. I accompanied a friend and we explored one of the long forgotten buildings on the grounds of a psychiatric facility. The building we explored was where once was housed the “patients” who could not be allowed to mix with the general population of the area. The facility was now very creepy looking due to the fact that the indigenous flora had begun the reclamation process. Yet still visible were the windows. They had been encased in thick metal mesh to allow in light and air, but not allow the residents to send out their various bodily fluids upon any passing staff.
The area had long ago been abandoned to nature, yet there was still a sense of fear, misery, and confusion within the walls. It was as if the walls themselves had absorbed the feelings of those they once contained. The walls did not just absorb, the walls feasted on the minds of the confused to the demented.
As we poked around within the remnants of the facility, we located what was once the single shower in this dormitory. A single rusted large shower head hung uselessly from the shadows of the ceiling like a bat in the dark. Every step resounded through the vacant dorm like cannon fire; each pane of glass that had fallen to the floor seemed to explode. My companion told me there were faces in the glass panes, although I couldn’t see them.
When we completed out tentative exploratory incursion within these rotting walls, a sense of sadness and feeling of being abandoned to the unknown coursed through my being like electricity. I was just about to step back into the car when my eyes fell upon what appeared to be a teddy bear trapped within the vines as if lost by some poor soul seeking release. However when I drew near enough to touch this bear, it crumbled like ashes from a long dead fire.
I hope to return soon and spend time feeling what these walls hold and listening to the tales left untold.