Investigating The Old Agnews Hospital

Investigating The Old Agnews Hospital

Unsuspecting commuters and distant vacationers cross by a uncared for previous Lafayette Road landmark, not realizing that within its large exterior dwells something from the opposite aspect of actuality...someth...
Unsuspecting commuters and distant travelers pass by a neglected old Lafayette Avenue landmark, not realizing that within its huge exterior dwells something from the other facet of reality...one thing that makes one's pores and skin tingle and envelopes one's physique creating labored respiratory and sweaty pores.
Just the sight of this immense construction throughout daylight will evoke a feeling of apprehension and viewing this structure after sunset will evoke a much stronger apprehension. The entire area seems to be dilapidated and in disarray. The paint is peeling and flaking off its partitions, windows are boarded up, withered vegetation clings to rough edges around the structure as if in a demise had been launched to the property's caretaker. He and his spouse communicate of mysterious happenings in and around this outdated structure after sundown. The caretaker factors to the bushes exterior this outdated convalescent hospital, stating that they'll react unusually as people move by. The spouse is in worry for her child, and due to this she says she retains a loaded gun close to her at all one has spent the night time inside this old construction because it closed down almost 5 years determined to research this previous convalescent residence and attempt to determine if there really was anything occurring that will cause such concern in arrived on the previous hospital slightly after 6 p.m. and met with a handful of employees who had been taking a few of the fixtures out. The constructing was destined to be demolished in about two weeks. The workers continued working till 8 p.m.
Through the time that they're nonetheless there, we wandered throughout the dusty hallways and climbed up and down the creaky stairs to get a feel for where the whole lot was and have become accustomed to the ground plan. When the sun went down, there would be no lights and someone could trip over something or worse, get lost within the maze of rooms there are in this constructing. Even in daylight, this constructing has an uncommon way of constructing you're feeling on edge. It's virtually an excessive amount of for me as I stroll slowly previous the open doorways to the rooms in the convalescent hospital.I attempted to imagine what it will need to have been like when previous folks walked these halls or had been taken to the various areas of the hospital. We walked into a rest room and I noticed that the tubs at the moment are caked with dirt and mud from years of neglect. Soiled stains encircle the tubs and bathrooms and the mirrors are all really feel fairly secure with our flashlights and gear and the employees not too far away. Sounds of drills and saws fill the air however soon they ceased. The workers left and we have been alone on this building.Slowly we made our manner back to the front of the building and took a look up the stairs one last time before the workers have been all gone for good.
The workers go away and need us luck. Someone tells us that nobody has ever been in a position to stay in this constructing for a number of hours not to mention in a single day. We tell them we have been here to analyze and why. Why is it that no one can stay right here? We wanted to find out why issues had been taking place on this constructing. We would not get another chance.
We decided to begin on the first flooring and work our approach up to the third flooring. We decided to stay collectively. Even though we had walkie-talkies and everyone was buddied with another, we determined it will be safer to be together. We had been not sure concerning the stability of the flooring or the sun had gone down but faint light filtered by the home windows. The rooms have been getting dimmer and dimmer till it acquired totally dark. Though there were streetlights and the protection of the street was not far-off, I felt very apprehensive at that time.
We began to make our way through the first ground. There were boxes and barrels and construction gear all over the ground and we needed to watch our step as we made our method through room after room. If not for our footsteps on the floor and an occasional clicking of cameras or altering of tapes, the whole constructing would have been deathly quiet. We reached the end of the first flooring. We had taken loads of readings and a number of pictures for documentation. By my watch it was 10 p.m. We started to make our method to the second floor. We began to settle in to our tasks and joked a bit. In the course of a joke, somebody stated to no one in particular - do you hear that? We stopped in our tracks about halfway up the stairs. Immediately, arms go up and recorders are turned on. We wait breathlessly. There it's again. It is faint, but audible. So faint although, I do not assume our recorders can decide it up. A lady is looking someone. The voice, small, but quiet...younger sounding. "Come here". Pause. "Come right here". Four out of five in our group heard it. It was coming from above us. Do not know the place. Do not know from whom. We had not but reached the touchdown of the second ground. A member of our group stopped out of the blue. He was feeling a tingling transferring slowly up his legs. We stopped and waited to see what would happen. All of a sudden, there have been clicking sounds. The kind of clicking sounds that occur when someone would "flick their Bic". They occurred in no regular pattern...3, 4, 5, 6 occasions. They stopped after which one other voice...faint, strained - "nurse". Pause. "Nurse". An old man calling out, his voice strained as though he could barely talk. All of us had been standing still, motionless. Our eyes have been all fastened on the touchdown in the darkness forward of us. These sounds were coming from up there, apparently from exterior a room or within the darkened hallway. That they had an echo quality to they were gone. As quickly because the sounds came, they had been gone after which lifeless silence. We were definitely aware of all the pieces occurring around us. Our senses have been extremely heightened. We waited for what seemed like hours. It was most likely only about quarter-hour. We all determined to go on. We acquired to the second story landing and regarded to the left down the long corridor...nothing - and to the suitable and there's nothing. Nothing shifting, nobody breathing and darkness for as far as the eyes might see. We heard sounds, which we attributed to the building.
We opted for the left aspect first. We walked halfway down the hall and heard a couple of noises, all of us stopped useless in our tracks. It was nothing. The creaks and groans of an previous building. We walked all the way in which to the end without something additional just began to make our method down the appropriate aspect of the hallway. This ground needed to have about 28 rooms on this floor, 14 to the left and 14 to the best. All the rooms had been varied sizes from small patient rooms to larger, perhaps office-kind rooms. Some had bathrooms, some did not. As we approached what was maybe the third room on this proper side of the hallway, one investigator went into a room and instantly came back out and advised us of a chilly spot. We had two extra individuals go in with him and the rest stayed within the corridor. On this space, the hair on the again of my neck stood up, the girl subsequent to me instructed me she was getting really cold after which we seemed throughout the hall to see and listen to the remnants of a door slam shut. The individuals within the room got here out shortly and asked what that was. We told them the door behind us simply slammed shut. They mentioned it was really chilly in that room and that they felt like they were being watched. We switched locations with them and certainly the room was cold, very cold. We all took readings and photos and video. After a couple of more minutes of waiting we determined that since there was nothing additional in the hall or in that room we might proceed on. We completed that floor and ascended to the third floor. There was nothing up there. It was as quiet as the first ground. There was only a bunch of previous rooms with containers and papers and dust all around. We determined to make our method right down to the first we handed via the second ground, two individuals determined to detour into the chilly room we have been in earlier and discovered it was no longer chilly. The door that had slammed shut earlier was now open once more. As we descended the second flooring, one person advised us to stop and we did. You may inform she was straining to hear something, even turning her head toward no matter she was listening to. The rest of us did not hear anything. She mentioned she couldn't make out what it was however she heard a faint all went dwelling that night knowing that this was the last time we'd have the ability to go through this outdated convalescent hospital as a result of in two weeks the building could be gone for good. They had been going to place up a Sun Microsystems campus on that very spot. We questioned what would grow to be of the individuals left behind...the outdated man calling out for his nurse, the lady calling out for someone to 'come here' and the other things that have been occurring on that ground. We checked and double-checked our readings, footage and video from that night. We did catch pictures of orbs and although we really feel we did catch EVP from one room that evening, it is vitally
, very difficult to listen to. Our thoughts nonetheless wander to that night time and wonder if these folks are actually wandering the halls of Sun Microsystems. We felt that this was a kind of locations that we would have liked to go into once more and to research it otherwise. We really feel very lucky to have had that chance and one day we are going to contact Sun Microsystems and see what is occurring on the second flooring nowadays.
IN REGARDS TO THE CREATOR
Gloria Young has been a ghost hunter and paranormal investigator for over 10 years. She has dedicated her life to researching paranormal activity. She has written, "Faces of a Ghost Hunter" as well as three other books. She based the paranormal research group, "Ghost Trackers". She has co-produced two documentaries on ghost hunting. ()