Abandoned and Haunted: The Mental Asylum

"Thrills down my spine"

It's Saturday night. The cold creeps into the shadows of the bedroom as I hide under the sheets with closed eyes. " I don't think we should go tomorrow" Beca whispered in a trembling voice. "We should go check it out. We said we're going to" I replied. To scared to fall asleep as nightmares might possess my dreams I kept myself busy on my phone trying not to think of it. 

We went to a Haunted Mental Asylum which was abandoned about 20 years ago after mentally ill patients started dying for no obvious understood reason. The cause was never investigated and the main psychiatrist who also went insane fled to America. Ever since the asylum made it onto the 1000 most scary places in the world. We had to investigate.

After about 15min of walking we got to the gates of the asylum. The big white gates stared us in the face with trespassing warning boards written in Korean. As we peeked up the hill into the mountains attempting to take a glance at the building I got a thrill down my spine. Reading the maps and the blogs for direction and not willing to get caught trespassing Beca and I sets off hiking over the mountain from the other side through the woods up and down the steep hill in fashion coats and boots. The cold air enveloped my entire body. Hiding from the CCTV cameras we sneaked through the bushes to the entrance of the building. 

As I stood and looked up the main stairs at the entrance I turned on my torch. I shivered as if ice replaced my spine. Step after step we went up the stairs looking into the building once filled with life. We just walked into the building when both our phones switched off; I still had 60% battery life left. I had to use my battery pack to power up my phone again leaving me with 20% battery life. Goosebumps covered my entire body.

The ceilings were hanging limp in the stagnant air, the walls cold with damp lifted paint, windows open with the wind whispering through, glass scattered all over the floor. Mattresses covered the floors of each room with scattered books, newspapers and a 1996 calendar. Folded blankets on the mattresses and on the floors covered in dust as well as clothing and shoes in front the open wardrobe doors. It was creepy. 

As we moved up to the second floor it became ever more haunting. We passed writing and painted pictures on the walls in the rooms, above the beds of the patients. The broken lights hung low from the ceiling and the windows were covered with diamond shaped steel. The bathroom bins still filled with toilet paper packed together from the damped air. Covered in dust, blankets, clothing and mattresses were stacked up a meter with nothing on the built in shelves in one of the storage rooms. 

In the chilling air we went up the roof to a deserted storage room. Covered in white snow and footprints we looked over the valley in front of us. We were done. We took the stairs at the back of the building down to the communal hall. With a set of couches and on church bench remaining we looked around at the remainings. The walls were black from the flames with only the springs of the mattresses remaining. 

It was time to go to a little house on the outside. Completely gated off a wooden grandfather clock pointing at the 9:00 hung on the wall with curtains hanging by threads in front of the broken
windows.