We found ourself at Lluesty Hospital, shut down in 2007, half of which is a Grade II Listed Building - looks very unsafe in an Amityville sort of way. We explored the more modern side that we believed may have had psychiatric wards. I felt uneasy as the person we were meant to be there said they'd broken down and couldn't make it. But The Boyfriend and friend were brave so I went in.
Surprisingly, no security. Not even a token gate or sign that says No Trespassing or Security Services Patrol This Area. We crawled through a broken window, dodged a nest of mattresses and open needle wrappers and explored a smashed and dripping facility.
Bizarrely we found ourself with a ghost-hunting party who had a spirit box and reckoned they were picking up energy that was being transferred into a digital voice selecting words from a database of 10,000. DISASTER, COLD, QUIET. You get the drift. We heard footsteps down the corridor, clearly slow footsteps that stopped after five.
We felt fine until we went upstairs and found what had once been a locked ward. There we all felt strangely uncomfortable. A warmth / restriction in our chest. Hard to explain for sceptics as us, but undeniable proof to the ghosthunters that spirits were here. Perhaps we had just absorbed their own anxiety. They wanted spirits. We wanted research, photos of abandoned buildings. With no light, it was a question of point and hope the flash would help us focus in time. In future, we'll get better.
We finally crawled home at 3:30am after having needed to pee for seven hours. I felt uncomfortable taking a piss in the hospital. What if I had pissed on a ghost?
Just one interesting thing: as soon as went inside, both The Boyfriend and my cameras' brand new SD memory cards flashed up as corrupted...
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