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Spirit at Searcy State Hospital   Uploader Writes  “Location:…

Spirit at Searcy State Hospital   

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“Location: Closed Ward Bldg. condemned and sealed up from the public. Searcy State Hospital, Mount Vernon, Alabama.

This photo was taken while I was documenting the historic sites located here. This site originally started as the Mt. Vernon Arsenal in the early 1800’s. At one time the Apache Chef Geronimo was held here before being transferred to Florida.

Once I got home, I was viewing the photos on my computer and when I zoomed in I saw what appears to be a face looking out of the window. The area in question is the lower floor window between the two left columns in the upper left window panes. I have showed this to several others and they saw the same thing without my prompting what to look for. No items are behind the glass and there are no reflections cast onto the glass that I could tell.

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billdecker: Because back at the house I see the same faces every…

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billdecker: Because back at the house I see the same faces every…

billdecker:

Because back at the house I see the same faces every day, but at the hospital completely different ones. Different places, different faces.

If you haven’t watched the BBC series ‘Ghosts’ then you should as it’s delightfully silly.

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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So I got through Thanksgiving.

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So I got through Thanksgiving.

I dressed to the nines ‘cos I can’t deal with parties or people  if I don’t. (I have a sterling silver ivy leaf crown that cost me half a month’s rent. It was worth every penny – I get to look like some chronically messed-up Pre-Raphaelite elf…) 

Didn’t eat – bit of a mistake. Cooked and chatted and was social whilst main-lining coffee, ‘cos – tired. But eventually it got too much and I went outside to hide and cry. 

The UK doesn’t have Thanksgiving; historically, it was never a thing that happened to us, so no, no holiday. (Many Americans seem very confused by this and I don’t know why?) 

But the inaccuracy apparently didn’t matter. It was a foreign holiday my family has never celebrated, yeah, but it was somehow like the ghosts of Christmas past: the first big festive family gathering without either of my parents. 

And it hurt – very inconveniently – like someone trying to tear out my sternum when I’d still like to breathe. But I managed to hide and didn’t have an utter breakdown or stab myself and I returned to the party and somehow made small-talk so that counts as a definite win.

(I’m tired. I hope your holidays or non holidays didn’t leave you as tired. And I hope you got to talk to those you wanted to talk to – and avoided those you needed to.)

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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