We went on an adventure to the Seaside Sanatorium the other day. It was originally built in the 1930s as a convalesence for children with tuberculosis and later became a hospital for treating mentally handicapped people and even later a home for the elderly. It was closed in the mid 1990s after rumors of violence and a high death rate of its residents. We were able to get inside and the previous are a few of the better quality pictures I was able to take with my phone.
The creepiest thing I saw was this poor bird flying around and around in one room trying to find a way out.
My immediate family and I moved into this massive mansion in Vermont. It was a supposedly haunted joint as we learned from the locals. I befriended a waitress named Cassy, who I also lied to for some reason and claimed I could see ghosts as plain as day.
Any way, we were exploring this mansion which really seemed to be more of a hotel. There were mannequins all over the halls dressed in fancy evening gowns. We kept hearing the disembodied sound of a bike horn (disembiked?) We tried to find the source but never did.