Bad Trip Hospital was constructed in the early 1920's. By the 1950's, the hospital was becoming overcrowded and plans were made for an expansion. In 1954, almost 2,000 patients were admitted and over 300 babies were born here.
By the 1980's, the Board decided the old facilities were no longer sufficient to meet the needs of the local community. New land was purchased across town and the new hospital was opened in the early 1990's.
Armed with this knowledge we set off to explore an old hospital. Our expedition started off normally enough, but then things started to get weird. Strange hallucinations began to confuse our perceptions. A lizard crawled across the wall with a clock on his back. The time on the lizard was 3:22 but I knew damn well it was only 11:30. No sense in arguing, I thought. I didn't like my odds in a fight with a reptile twice my size. Paintings on the wall depicted devilish scenes and dinosaur kings. A blue man melted in the stairway. What strange trip was now taking hold of us? I began to replay the last few meals I had, hoping to recall consuming anything questionable which might explain the things I was seeing. The horse in the hallway was either just resting or dead. Either way, a race of rainbow colored equines does not sound like anything I want to be a part of. Snakes hissed from the eyes of an Aztec sun. Curling and menacing they coiled around my mind, choking what little coherency I had left. A grotesque monster contorted on the floor with part of his face hanging off. An expressionless head floated nearby, lending him some spatial cognizance. Elsewhere we found children's toys pinned to the ceiling as if specimens in an Entomology display. I wondered if the curator of this nightmarish museum would be returning any time soon. Did we just become the newest exhibits in his collection? Perhaps if we explained ourselves to the floating head... Surely he would take pity on us forsaken travelers. Send a telegram to the right people, at least let them know what happened to us. The floating head stared ahead silently. I could feel his condescension. The contempt in his eyes betrayed his wide, friendly smile. We were not welcome here.