139/365 Insanely Broken
Haunted. That’s what they say. I wandered the grounds, holding my camera in front of me like a shield. But the only haunting I saw were the cops driving around me slowly as I wandered through the Central State Hospital grounds.
Central State Hospital, formerly known as the Central Indiana Hospital for the Insane, has a reputation for being haunted. Acres and acres of untended grounds, and building after building falling into ruins, keeps the rumors alive. There are only two sane establishments on these grounds now: the pathology building, which runs tours through its impressive-but-sterile archives, and a mounted police station in the back. That’s why all the cops.
But I do not fit a profile. I mean, I’m female and I have a camera that looks impressive to the uninitiated eye—nothing subversive about that. I must be documenting something. I’m not wearing a hoodie or jumping into the shadows when a cop car rolls by, so I must be either naive (yes) or harmless (double yes). So I’m safe. (I guess I do fit a profile.) The hardest admonishment I received from one of the cops was issued through his rolled-down window, “Be careful.”
I truly wished I was with someone for this little trip back into time because THE BUILDINGS AREN’T SECURE and I am more daring with a co-conspirator. But I was alone on purportedly haunted grounds with the cops trolling me. The most daring thing I did was enter a building whose doors were flung wide open by the wind, doors which kept banging every time the wind snatched them. Each bang made me jump. I ducked between each rabid flinging of the door, entered the building, and looked around. I was disappointed. I felt like I had entered my grade school building. Boring!!! I took the above photo from within the building, then left.
I found access to tunnels, to other buildings in even more disrepair, and to lots of trash scattered about the grounds. I have a high sense of self-preservation and (dangit!!!) respect for authority. Entering this building was out of my comfort zone (I saw a cop pass by) but I did it anyway. Maybe next time I’ll flout all authority and go into a tunnel. Maybe. But only if someone comes with me…because the insane ghosts on the premise may trip me up. I can deal with cops, but not ghosts.