It’s Halloween, which has always been my favorite holiday. I used to have Halloween parties every year. I’d get dressed up, but my favorite thing was decorating. I’d go wild making the place look spooky. It was a lot of fun. When I practiced Wicca, I’d usually do a ritual of some sort. I’m not exactly sure why I drifted away from that. It might actually be good for me to start practicing again.

{I was interrupted by critter supper here. Three kitties and a dog, then there are two more dogs next door that come and go. All of them had to have something. 🙂 }

So, this being Halloween and the veil between worlds being thin at this time, it got me to thinking about various paranormal events. I don’t care if you don’t believe; that’s your right. I do, but I also think there is a scientific explanation to it that we have not discovered. People seem to forget how much we’ve discovered in only 100 years. Things we take for granted now, would have been explained as witchcraft then. Inevitably, someone would get blamed and meet an untimely, and often unpleasant end. I find it arrogant to assume something is impossible because it hasn’t yet been discovered.

I seem to be all over the place today, so before I get sidetracked any more, let me tell you a story.

I’ve always been ‘sensitive’ to things not always visible. The paranormal, if you will. At least until the last few years, but that’s another post. When I was little I saw things that scared me, people, and others laughed because they did not see them. As I grew older, I didn’t see them any more, but I could still feel them. It seemed like I attracted them, but that’s another story still.

I discovered urban exploration some time ago. I adore exploring these old abandoned places where nature is slowly reclaiming its territory. I love learning the histories of these places, although most of them were filled with atrocities. I used to live in Maryland, so there was a variety of hospitals to explore. Old tuberculosis asylums, insane asylums, asylums for people unable to care for themselves. Unfortunately, the residents were often abused. Most Urban Explorers tend to pooh pooh ghosts. However, ghost hunters and UE-ers overlap a bit, as these old places are often rumored to be haunted, naturally. They’re spooky, crumbling, terrible things happened there, and people died. Perfect for a ghost hunter. So while ghost hunters hope to record EVPs, Urban Explorers are motivated to see the beauty in decay, to document things most people never see, and to ‘take only photos, leave only footprints’. Of course, there are those who don’t respect this rede. I went as an explorer, but once in a while, I would run across a place that set me on alert.

There was an old tuberculosis asylum, self contained, as all of these places were, with its own power plant, kitchens, offices, you name it. The local vegetation had grown over much of it, completely enveloping one small outbuilding. Our main goal was the hospital for children. This place is rather well known, so has suffered some vandalism and graffiti by local kids. However, I still found it beautiful, especially that day. We explored a few of the larger buildings before making our way into the hospital. The bottom floor was black; all the windows were boarded up to discourage trespassers, and no light could enter. In my experience, there are often a lot of artifacts left in the basement, so that’s where I wanted to go first. My companion was a bit hesitant, because as dark as it was on the first floor, the basement was so much darker. I persuaded and cajoled, and we made our way down with our flashlights. I could feel something there immediately, but I wasn’t concerned with it. The doors were heavy and thick, and took some shoving to open. My friend took to kicking them open, but it was only the second one before she ran for the stairs. She said something had kicked it back at her. I went to the door and yes, I could feel something cold, but I don’t know what. We went back upstairs and started exploring. The upper floors had light, the windows had not been boarded and many of them had vines growing through the windows into the room. Beautiful. All of the rooms had those heavy doors that we kicked open, and they would slam shut after us. We were on the third floor when we heard a huge racket. It was the sound of doors slamming, but in unison. It sounded like a lot of doors, on one of the floors below. They slammed over and over for about a minute, all together and equally spaced apart. So it was SLAM…1,2,..SLAM…1,2,.. you get the idea. We both froze, of course. My first thought was that someone else was there, but there wasn’t anyone. Just us on a hot sunny day.

I did not see it happen, but we both heard it. It was as loud as a scream, and the way the slams were timed.. well, I don’t know how someone could have done it. I was very glad that someone was with me, because I knew anyone who hadn’t heard it would think it was just a door that blew shut, or something similar. It wasn’t.

Happy Halloween!


It was thought putting patients out on the roof in the fresh air and sunlight would help TB.




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