Everyone has that one friend who takes things to a totally insane level. At some point in my life I met that friend and he became my go-to dude when I want to do anything high risk.
I have done a lot of things that have made my stomach turn with anxiety- traversed collapsing floors, used ropes to swing to burned out parts of buildings, dashed out of drains when rain came and sat atop a crane overlooking numerous cities. This one day, though, my friend decided we were going to visit what i thought was the most risky abandoned building this side of the Mississippi.
Slightly hung over and relatively bored I went to visit my friend and catch up. One thing led to another and he told me he could take me to visit this beautiful asylum for the criminally insane, and we could do it in the middle of the day.
I laughed. And then I laughed some more. And a little more. Until I realized he was dead serious.
Before I knew it we were in my car heading to the campus. Then parking among cop cars. Then walking through an unlocked door.
Honestly, I couldn’t tell you much about being in here, except the entire time shooting I was waiting for police to come in and devour me like a chicken wing. Outside you could hear convicts playing basketball at the active neighboring prison.
Oh, let’s not forget that last time I found myself exploring near a prison, I also found myself in jail.
Needless to say I was horrified.
It was amazing to see this hospital, though, because years before I had seen a documentary that was banned from the US about treatment of the criminally insane that was shot here. As I strolled through the hallways I noticed where scenes were shot in the documentary, which enhanced the experience.
Some jail cells held prisoners belongings still, including a trunk full of porn. So, that was interesting to say the least. Most of the things left behind weren’t overly interesting, though and most belongings and even furniture had been removed.
The building itself wasn’t that exciting to shoot, although the brightly painted pipes and old wooden doors certainly made for some interesting images. At the end of the day, my fears weren’t quantified by even the slightest bark of a police dog, although I have heard some horror stories from others who visited at a later time.
It’s safe to say I won’t be making a return trip, ever, but it was in some ways worth conquering my fear of this criminally insane hospital.