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I grew up going to this hospital.
I got stitches in my foot at the emergency room when I was about 3 years old.
This is where we took my mother when I was about 5, and she got hit in the head with huge block of wood and was bleeding everywhere.
I went here when I fractured my arm in 3rd grade.
In high school, at the ripe old age of 17, I had the delightful experience of checking in my girlfriend to the psych ward here, all on my own, because all of her relatives and mine were unreachable.
Then, a few years later, I actually got a job working as a Mental Health Associate at that very same psych ward.
When I was 30, I was taken here for a bout with influenza that had me unable to walk.
It closed a little while after that.
I have driven past it almost every day for the past 6 years.
A few years ago, I made friends with the security guard / maintenance guy, and he offered me free run of the place. Of course, that made it too easy, and it seemed like it would still be cared for inside, so I wasn't in a huge hurry, preferring to see more decay.
I noticed earlier this year that the windows were being opened and closed as time passed. I figured they were getting ready to repopulate, since that had been the plan when last I heard.
As time went on, it became obvious that it was not getting populated. Eventually I found some time to go by.
I checked my records to make sure I had the name of the security guard so I could at least refer to him if he was no longer there.
It turns out that there wasn't anyone there anymore, except a few squatters. The place was in full decay and ruin mode.
Since I had been expecting a still-cared for building with electricity, I wasn't fully decked out in night-ninjasplore gear, but I did happen to have in the car my brand new 20,000 candlepower flashlight.
When I realized that it was all dark and dead inside, I grabbed the big fucker and went in.
I succeeded in freaking myself out totally. I was alone, which is usually fine with me, but the monster flashlight lit the place up like total daylight, but only in one direction at a time, therefore making everything else pitch black and leaving me with zero night vision.
I was haunted a bit by the times that I had had to physically restrain patients in a few places in the building. I used to get lost in the corridors, even when the power was on.
And it was summer and very fucking hot and unpleasant.
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