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Asylum- True experiences

This is the first of numerous experiences i've had at an abandoned asylum for the insane that is very near my house. I give my word that these stories are true and i have witnesses to verify each one of them. I don't really want to give the exact location of this particular site because it is very dangerous as the building is near collapse.

First off, a little background info on the asylum. None of this information is legend or lore, it is all quoted directly from newspapers articles.

It was built in 1911, and in the 58 years it was open, they only realeased 88 patients, the rest died there (excluding the ones that were transferred elswhere when the asylum closed in 1971).

It is extremely large, hundreds of patients were housed there, and it was often overcrowded.

It was an old prison-style hospital, as they simply had lines of rooms where they locked up the "crazys". There are also some interesting other rooms including a bowling alley, drug dispensery, and chapel, which has recently been defaced.

The asylum supported itself largely with a farm that was across the road from the main building. It was operated by patients as a form of rehabilitation, however there is rumor that even "cured" patients would still be held against their will because they were too valuable to the farm's operations. An underground tunnel, over 1000 feet long, was built to connect the farm to the main building because of numerous deaths and injuries resulting from patients crossing the busy road. Unfortuantely the tunnel was filled in when they re-did the road.

In the 1960's an orderly murdered two patients while he was employed at the hospital. One was drowned in a bathtub, the other died of injuries to his colon after the orderly rammed a flyswatter up his rectum. The orderly was convicted of these murders as well as 4 others while employed at other hospitals, in other states.

There is some mention of the hospital being haunted while it was still in operation. This claim is supported by former employees.

It is now EXTREMELY dilapidated, and is near collapse, however it remains somewhat of an attraction for nearby teenagers, and many stories and legends have come about.

I personally started making trips there while i was still in highschool. I had accumulated many strange pictures but nothing much else for probably the first 5 or 6 times i went, however as my interest in the paranormal increased, so did the frequency of my visits. Since then, i have had some very unnerving experiences, and possibly more to come, as i still go there occasionally.

This is the story of the first thing that really got me believing there is more than meets the eye at this asylum.

One night, when i was a senior in highschool, a group of friends and i were sitting around a campfire behind my house and the conversation drifted to stories of the paranormal, then inevitably, personal ghost experiences.

Each person took their turn, but when the circle of stories reached my friend eric, it came to an abrupt hault. He claimed that he'd never seen, heard, or experienced anything at all paranormal, and he wouldn't be afraid if he did. We presented him with various scary situations, all of which he assured us were nothing to sneeze at. I finally said "Well, i bet if you went to the old asylum you'd be scared!". The circle agreed wholeheartedly, while eric did not. We formed an impromtu thrill seeking comittee, grabbed a Ouija board and 2 flashlights for all 6 of us, and set out.

We arrived at the asylum in a short while, and everyone announced the sites blatantly apparent creepiness (except for eric). I won't dawdle telling uninteresting details, but the exploration produced nothing of scare value other than a feeling of dread. We assembled in a large, open, centrally located room, labled "Recreation Room" on it's double metal doors, and prepared the Ouija board.

Eric, in a showing of his self-proclaimed manlyhood, was off by himself, one floor above us. His location was very obvious as broken glass and a thick layer of paint chips fallen from the aged ceiling and walls makes every step one of loud crunching. We yelled out to him that we were about to use the board, and listened to his noisy approach which was especially pronounced as he descended the staircase to us, as the windows of the stairwell were all shattered.

So we set the Ouija board down amongst our circle, and argued who should be the operators. The duty finally rested on the shoulders of my cousin and I.

We asked aloud: "Is there anybody here with us?", and reached for the indicator at the middle of the board. Right before the tips of our fingers met with the plastic indicator, a small sound pierced the air, apparently coming from the floor above. A small, raspy squeak, quiet and short enough to have it's existence questioned. "Did you hear something?". It was agreed that something had made a sound, however it's orgin was questionably: possibly the building settling, an animal, etc.

We ask aloud a second time: "Is there anybody here with us?", and begin to reach for the board. Our fingers almost touch, and again a sound rings out, however it is much louder and pronounced. A raspy, high pitched growl of some type, lasting no more than a second, but noticibly longer than the first sound. "WHAT was that?". We wait in agonizing, heart pounding silence for a good minute or so, and are finally satisfied that whatever made the sound was no longer there.

Although the sound wasn't threatening, it was still slightly spooky that it occured each time we reached for the board. We decided to hasten our exit from the place, and leave as soon as we finished using the oracle. Finally, we asked yet again "Is there anybody here with us?" and reached toward the board.

The sound starts off as the quiet, raspy growl, but quickly increased in volume and clarity. Each individual "breath" of the sound became louder and more pronounced until it was obvious what it was. It was the sound of someone screaming. It didn't have the clear, ringing tone that a person crying out at a silent location would have, however. It had this odd, vibrational quality too it, sounding somewhat synthesized. We all stood in paralysis, not believing our ears. Then, the sound began to move.

It had started off directly above us, but now it was moving diagonally away from us......to the stairwell. The sound began descending the stairs, increasing in both volume and clarity: "AHHHHH.....AHHHHH.....AHHHH", over and over. The scream comes right to the entrance of the recreation room where we stood when all at once the two people holding the flashlights suddenly bolt toward the exit at high speed, leaving the rest of us no choice but to follow, or to be left in pitch black with a manical scream.

The odd part of it is, the scream appeared to travel the same path that eric had taken, and not once during the entire ordeal did we hear a single crunch of paint or crack of broken glass.

Eric decided that even if it wasn't a ghost, it was still quite odd, and not scary at all, to which we all slapped our foreheads as we had just seen him run like a track star.

And that was the first time i had more of an experience than just pictures at the old asylum, but not the last by a long shot.

After my friends and i heard the screams at the old asylum, our story became somewhat popular, as we had 6 people all telling an identical tale. Unfortunately for me, my friends vowed to never go back, and every time i told the story another person would swear they'd never go there either.

Over the next two years or so i tried to go back numerous times but it was hard to find anyone that would go because of the story of my experience there. I managed to get people to go there more than once, but everyone always chickened out once they got to the door, or they would go in and only stay for a short while, especially if anything showed up on cameras.

I entered college, found some new takers on the experience, but once again was dissappointed when their courage failed at the sight of the building. I eventually met a girl that was a friend of a friend who is also interested in the paranormal and has been to numerous popular haunted locations in my state.

The only reason we met up is because a friend of mine told her about me going to the asylum and she wanted to go. Katie became a good friend and the two of us have experienced many things together since, but this was the first time i'd ever even talked to her. So, i was off to a haunted asylum with 4 girls i'd never even met.

On the drive there, we all shared our previous experiences with the paranormal, and got eachother generally creeped out, to the point that the girls insisted on stopping at walmart to buy extra flashlights and day-glo orange stocking hats, so we'd be able to see eachother better.

I told the story of the screams that my friends and i had heard there in years prior right before we arrived, and as it usually happened to me, they decided to chicken out. They insisted that they had a bad feeling about the place and that they shouldn't go in. I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, so after a little coaxing i convinced katie to go in with me, but the other girls would not budge and opted to wait for us in the car.

In the years since i'd first started visiting the asylum the condition had taken a turn for the worst as a few parts had collapsed and the only safe entrance was one leading directly into the basement, utilizing only concrete stairs and flooring. Coincidentally, this is the same entrance we'd used when we'd heard the sounds there, and the entrance to the recreation room is directly to the right, only a few yards away.

We decide to go that way first, and since i know my way around i lead. We get to the spot that the screams were hear at, and i let katie know where we are. She concludes that it is way too scary to be there with a guy she doesn't even know, no offense, and she wants to go try to convince the other girls to come inside with us. I oblige, and we leave toward the same place we came in. Just before we step out the door, katie takes off her bright orange cap and sets it on the floor, directly on to the right of the entrance, so we can use it as an excuse to come back in if all else fails.

We get back to the car, and the other two girls in the party, no matter how hard we try, will absolutely not set foot out of the vehicle. I put a fake look of disappointment on my face and lay on a little guilt trip, but it is of no use. Katie tells me that she will go back in, but only under the condition that if she wants to leave we have to, and that we'll take it step by step, meaning walking a short way, then examining our surroundings, making sure it's safe. I agree, and we set off once more.

We slowly make our way through the junk-strewn property, step by step, finally arriving at the entrance. We stand in one spot, scanning with flashlights for nearly a full 2 minutes when katie finally announces, following a deep breath "OK, let's go". I ask her which direction she wants to go, and she says that since i'm the expert on the place i should choose.

I think for a brief moment, then say: "Well, we've already gone to the right", as i swing the beam of my flashlight to the right, "let's try left". CRUNCH. A second after i announce my intention and pointed my light, a loud crunch comes directly from our left.

As i mentioned in my last story, there is junk and paint chips blanketing every inch of the floor. It sounded like someone had just taken a step on the clutter between us and the end of the hall, and there are no doors in between us and the point that hall makes an L-shaped turn to the left.

Our widened eyes met in an instant, silently asking the other if we'd heard correctly. It was enough for us, and we decided it was time to leave.

Just before we made our way up the stairs, it was apparent:
The hat was gone.
In the 10 minutes that we'd been trying to convince the other girls to come in, the hat had dissappeared.

No one could have gone in the entrance to get that hat in that time, as we would have seen them. It is possible that somone was already inside, which is scary enough in itself, but again, we would have seen if someone were there with a light of some type.

A later investigation confirmed, the hat is nowhere to be found, at least not anywhere near the place we left it.

After that experience, katie has been my partner in paranormal investigation, and our first incident at norwood would not be our last. The hat being taken was creepy, but it wouldn't compare to what was in store for us at a later date.

The stories following part 3 of this series cover from february 2005 to present, so they may not be in exact chronological order, but that is pretty inconsequential for this boards purposes, so i'll just put them down as i remember them.

You might take katie and i as a sort of "eccentric" pair, so you shouldn't be surprised that katie decided to take a date to norwood. Their first date. I'm not sure this particular fellow was into the entire thing, but agreed to come along nonetheless. Since it would be a little weird for me to be there with those two, i convinced a female friend of my own to come along. She'd gone there once before, when nothing paranormal occured, and swore that she'd never return. I begged and pleaded, and finally she reluctently submitted, and joined the group.

We head out to the asylum and enter in the usual basement door, the only equipment we carried were our flashlights and digital voice recorder. It was instantly creepy as usual, and luckily it had warmed up enough that the icy coating that had formerly coated the place had melted, and it was safe to walk around.

We eventually meandered our way to the "activities therapy department"(according to a sign). It's a strange oval room, the only one like it in the building. The entrance to the room used to have 2 large french doors with windows encompassing their entire length and height. They no longer function, but their tattered remnants add a spooky touch to the already strange room. Just past the room is one of the many dead-end hallways-- made so that if a patient tried to escape, they could easily be cornered.

We marveled at the scenery for a few minutes, making jokes and laughing to ease the tension. I decide that it's time to try some voice recording, and tell the group that i'll go in one of the huge walk in coolers nearby, and shut the foot-thick door, where it should be silent (i doubt i actually would have, i was trying to impress the crowd i think). While discussing their heated dissagreement about locking me in anything, we hear a sound.

Going to this asylum is a legal risk actually, as it considered trespassing, and supposedly people have been ticketed there, but i only know of it through rumors.

"Turn off your lights, it's the cops!" someone hissed loudly. Surely enough, someone was walking just outside the window, crunching loudly through the snow. We discuss hiding as quickly as possible, but the girls are scared enough that they'd rather get a fine than chance hiding in the dark in a haunted asylum. The person apparently descended the staircase around the corner from us while we fought about hiding, and kept making it's way toward us.

The steps pause as they get to the corner, and we all tke deep breaths, ready to explain ourselves.

Silence. The person is apparently biding their time, perhaps after realizing our lights were no longer on. We wait for 2 minutes. 3 minutes. They haven't moved, and neither have we.

Katie breaks the silence "Where'd they go?". I slowly creep forward, until i can barely see around the corner.

No one is there. We're puzzled. They must have gone back outside, without us seeing them. I boost katie up to the window. There are no other vehicles, just ours. Our skin begins to crawl.

We decided to leave, just in case there was a real person about. I'm not satisfied, so i check the perimiter of the place.

A fresh coating of snow had fallen in the last few nights. One set of tracks going in, one set going out. No human tracks, no animal tracks nothing, just pure white snow.

That was the first and last date with that particular guy, and my friend swears on her life that she'll never set foot near the place again.

The part that creeped us all out about it the most as that we didn't think for even a second that it wasn't a real person walking toward us. It's hard to convey in writing, but we all agree that it %100 surely the sound of a person walking. Too clear to be mistaken for any other sound, too obviously bi-ped to be an animal.

But as it always seems to go, we'd be back. Up until this point, we'd only heard things, but that was to change shortly.....

Well
I haven't been around for awhile, part 2 was posted a couple months ago i believe.
I had to get back on the board though, because my continuing exploits have given me enough material to have 6 or 7 parts if i really wanted to. So if you need more background on this story, look back to february's posts or so.....

This chapter of the saga is right up in contension for one of the scariest thing's that has ever happened to me.

It started off as it always does, with me and my ghost hunting partner, katie, saddling up for another expedition into the heart of the old asylum. After the intensity of our last experience, with a hat being stolen and all, we were a little aprehensive about going back, but that just added to the exitement. This time we were armed with a digital video camera as well as a digital voice recorder.

We walked down the stairs to our regular basement entrance with some difficulty, as they were covered with a good foot of february-in-wisconsin snow.

Upon entering, we had a problem: It had been unseasonably warm the week prior, and all of the snow and ice covering the building had been melting. The sound of dripping water resounded in every direction, but since it was night the temperature had dropped enough to turn any immobile water into a thin and incredibly slippery coating of ice. So, to our extreme dissappointment, we decided not to walk around; besides the immediate danger of slipping, the ice would make a hasty escape impossible, if the need for one arose.

We settled with the idea of standing right in the entrance for awhile, to see if we could record anything on video or audio. The voice recorder was switched on.

We stood in silence for a moment or too, the only sound that of constantly dripping water, when we decided to use the video camera.

Katie activated the camera, and we stood in silence once more.

After a good 30 seconds or so of silence i yelled out: "Is there anybody here?" No answer. Well, no answer except for a whispered profanity from katie, whom i'd scared with my sudden outburst.

Disappointed, we decided it was pointless to stand around there all night, and decided we'd head out.

But the video!

We might as well watch it before we leave.

So, standing in the basement of an abandoned asylum, well known to be haunted, we replayed the tape.

The first 30 seconds were only filled with the sound of dripping water, eerie in it's own right.
My recorded voice calls: "Is there anybody here?"

"YEAH"

My and Katie's eyes meet, then go wide:
It was as if someone had leaned in close to the microphone and in a stage-whisper had replied.

We booked it out of there, too scared to comprehend what had happened. But we'd be back......and that wasn't the end.

While the voice answering us is weird enough in itself, here is the amazing part:

Rember how we had the voice recorder running also? The voice doesn't even answer on THAT tape.

The voice recorder tape is something like this:

Dripping water for a minute or two.
Us discussing the use of the camera.
Camera turning on.
Silence.
Me yelling "Is there anybody here?"
Katie saying "f*ck you"
Silence.
Us deciding to leave.
Us replaying the Tape.
Recording of me yelling "Is there anybody here?"
"YEAH"
Us freaking out and leaving.

Two recordings of the same moment, the voice only appears on one tape.

Also, We know that it couldn't be either of our voices for 2 reasons:

1. I asked "Is there anybody here?"
2. Katie said "F*ck you" right after i asked, the voice spoke OVER her.

We played the tape to numerous people without telling them what it was, just to make sure we weren't imagining things. They all hear someone clearly say "YEAH", but because it's in a loud whisper it's hard to tell if the voice is male or female.

The stories following part 3 of this series cover from february 2005 to present, so they may not be in exact chronological order, but that is pretty inconsequential for this boards purposes, so i'll just put them down as i remember them.

You might take katie and i as a sort of "eccentric" pair, so you shouldn't be surprised that katie decided to take a date to norwood. Their first date. I'm not sure this particular fellow was into the entire thing, but agreed to come along nonetheless. Since it would be a little weird for me to be there with those two, i convinced a female friend of my own to come along. She'd gone there once before, when nothing paranormal occured, and swore that she'd never return. I begged and pleaded, and finally she reluctently submitted, and joined the group.

We head out to the asylum and enter in the usual basement door, the only equipment we carried were our flashlights and digital voice recorder. It was instantly creepy as usual, and luckily it had warmed up enough that the icy coating that had formerly coated the place had melted, and it was safe to walk around.

We eventually meandered our way to the "activities therapy department"(according to a sign). It's a strange oval room, the only one like it in the building. The entrance to the room used to have 2 large french doors with windows encompassing their entire length and height. They no longer function, but their tattered remnants add a spooky touch to the already strange room. Just past the room is one of the many dead-end hallways-- made so that if a patient tried to escape, they could easily be cornered.

We marveled at the scenery for a few minutes, making jokes and laughing to ease the tension. I decide that it's time to try some voice recording, and tell the group that i'll go in one of the huge walk in coolers nearby, and shut the foot-thick door, where it should be silent (i doubt i actually would have, i was trying to impress the crowd i think). While discussing their heated dissagreement about locking me in anything, we hear a sound.

Going to this asylum is a legal risk actually, as it considered trespassing, and supposedly people have been ticketed there, but i only know of it through rumors.

"Turn off your lights, it's the cops!" someone hissed loudly. Surely enough, someone was walking just outside the window, crunching loudly through the snow. We discuss hiding as quickly as possible, but the girls are scared enough that they'd rather get a fine than chance hiding in the dark in a haunted asylum. The person apparently descended the staircase around the corner from us while we fought about hiding, and kept making it's way toward us.

The steps pause as they get to the corner, and we all tke deep breaths, ready to explain ourselves.

Silence. The person is apparently biding their time, perhaps after realizing our lights were no longer on. We wait for 2 minutes. 3 minutes. They haven't moved, and neither have we.

Katie breaks the silence "Where'd they go?". I slowly creep forward, until i can barely see around the corner.

No one is there. We're puzzled. They must have gone back outside, without us seeing them. I boost katie up to the window. There are no other vehicles, just ours. Our skin begins to crawl.

We decided to leave, just in case there was a real person about. I'm not satisfied, so i check the perimiter of the place.

A fresh coating of snow had fallen in the last few nights. One set of tracks going in, one set going out. No human tracks, no animal tracks nothing, just pure white snow.

That was the first and last date with that particular guy, and my friend swears on her life that she'll never set foot near the place again.

The part that creeped us all out about it the most as that we didn't think for even a second that it wasn't a real person walking toward us. It's hard to convey in writing, but we all agree that it %100 surely the sound of a person walking. Too clear to be mistaken for any other sound, too obviously bi-ped to be an animal.

But as it always seems to go, we'd be back. Up until this point, we'd only heard things, but that was to change shortly.....

Before i get started, here's a link to a photo album:
(photos no longer available)

I have a lot more photos than are in the album at this time, they'll be added later.

After we heard the footsteps, we were pumped up about getting back out to the place, so katie and i left for another trip. She brought 2 other people along and it turned out that it was a mistake because all they did was fool around the entire time and ruin the experience. Nothing too profound happened, except for a few creaks and cracks, but they did end up being guinea pigs, because they split up with us and walked through places that we had thought were too dangerous, but we found out that they actually are quite solid. We also discovered that the underground tunnel, over 1000 feet long, had been reopened by someone.

That trip was ruined, so just katie and i came back the next night. We wanted to try something a little different for a change, so instead of entering through the basement, we walked up a wheelchair ramp to the first floor, because we now knew it was safe to walk on.

We wanted to just sit for awhile in silence, to see if we heard anything, because katie was already pretty freaked out, so we were taking it slow. We sat in silence, pointing our flashlights around. After a minute or two, i was ready to go, but katie was frozen, her eyes transfixed down the hallway to the right that is so long, the light couldn't reach the end.

"Do you see that?" I looked, and saw her light reflecting off of a dumpster a way down, but not much else. I said it was her imagination, but she said "NO......look past that". I pointed my flashlight and squinted my eyes.

"What the.....?" Sure enough, something WAS down there, just out of the reach of the flashlight. I tried to focus. Within the darkness beyond the light there was a darker form- a shadow. It moved again, barely perceptible. Our breath sped up.

Is it really there? I squint my eyes harder, straining to see. In the blink of an eye, the shadow passes the reflection on the dumpster.

"oh my god". We're both frozen in terror. I ask "should i walk down there?", even though i knew i probably couldn't move if i wanted too.

We gawk for another minute or two, and finally have to decide on a plan of action. Should we press on or not? By coincidence, we both point our lights down the oposite hall, checking our surroundings, looking down the opposite hall from the shadow.

The second our lights leave the hallway:

BOOM

Two feet away from me, in the direction of the shadow, a loud crushing BOOM, as if someone had stomped their foot on the floor as hard as they could, right next to me.

We were no longer frozen. We both bolted for the door, full speed, and waited to catch our breath until we were safely inside.

The end? of course not.
check out the photo album