Wednesday, February 11, 2015
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 strange hallucinations soon confused all of our senses. Something felt quite "off" here the moment we stepped inside but the journey had only just begun. We continued onward, going deeper inside the darkness until we merged with the shadows. A technicolor horse lie sleeping in the hallway. Was he guarding the elevator or perhaps waiting for his rider to return from some other level? We silently slipped past, careful not to wake him. We'll just take the stairs. 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. Eventually we found ourselves on the next floor. I'm certain it was either the basement or the roof. 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. 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.
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