I was alone on the eighth floor of this massive complex until I met Ceiling Bird.
She stood like a solider. What’s your blue anklet for?
We crept out of the forest and into the glade where this haunting asylum resides
The wind whispered secrets of a forgotten past, and lured us to her insides.
We tried to sign in, but no one was there
Just a silent typewriter and a vacant chair
A vine slithered to the door and said, “Right this way.”
We stepped into the realm where teeth go to decay.
Primitive markings decked the halls
Personified chair, pink taco, blue balls.
“They stuck me in an institution,
Said it was the only solution,
to give me the needed professional help,
to protect me from the enemy – Myself”
(This scenario is perfectly reminiscent of the classic Suicidal Tendencies song “Institutionalized”)
A light shone in the Attic, octagonal in shape
Like the watchful Eye of Providence, making sure you don’t escape.
It’s interesting sometimes how we think Death can be ignored,
But once committed to this place, the only way out is through the Morgue.
This sign was painted over twice in the past,
leaving stair-goers clueless about proper stairwell etiquette and safety.
Years of neglect and the weathering of the elements deteriorated the steps
while simultaneously revealing the ancient warning.
Everything falls into place in perfect synchronicity,
sparing one casual explorer a turbulent trip to the cellar.
Built in 1940 and shut down in the 1990’s, this building originally served as a dining hall for WWII soldiers.
What surprises me most is not what has changed, but how much remains the same.
My favorite detail is the metal sign on the front right pillar. What’s yours?