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when i went to Travers City to visit my grandma, we stoped by the mental hospital and i took some pictures of the old, run down area. I can feel spirits and there were many angry apperations there. I sa nothing while i was there, but later that night, back at home, I was going through the pictures on my digital camera and thought i saw something...I zoomed in on one of the windows and found a lighter pigment than the rest of the window. It took the shape of an arm. As I zoomed in more, I noticed that the arm was in the shape that looked as though it was strangling someone who was not present, somone, obviously, who is either still alive or did not die in the hospital.
I zoomed in on other windows and found many figures of apperations standing with a hunch, and staring out the window. My favorites, however, were more than just standing there, they had a story behind them and I could only imagin the oddities that would be inside the pages of their life.
One of my favorites was in a window high above the rest. In the botom left pane was a face. A smiling, happy face. You would think that smiling made that person happy, but as I zoomed in, I noticed that it wasn't just any smile. The eyes were wide and the mouth looked as though it was stretched like putty from ear to ear. Whoever was smiling, was deffinetly insane to an emence level.
The other favorite was not in the building at all. He was outside, near the fence. I had taken a picture of the fence, loving the rust that had gathered on it, and had actually taken a picture of a person trying to escape. It was a man, i could see him much more clearer than the others, but still not perfectly, and he had odd clothes on - most likely a uniform that they were forced to wear in the 50s - and he was gripping the bars o the high fence, as if trying to pull himself up. Though he had nothing on his feet, it looked as though he could not pull himself up and over, as if he had chains on his feet that wayed him down.
I enjoy takin pictures and if you would like to see any of them, I will try to figure out how to put them on my computer and how to post them.
If, as well, you were wondering why I was taking pictures of this building, it was only becasue I am a writter of horror novels and I thought it would be an intersting building to model a haunted house (of some sorts) after. I was never expecting to find anything or anyone in my pictures, but I will deffinetly be taking more of them on my next voyages to haunted areas.
Tuesday, July 20th, I will be heading to a small victorian Bed And breakfast in Harrisville, if anyone would lilke to join me to help me contact the man who died there, you can make reservations on their website. I will take many pictures of my room, because, as it luckily turns out, I am bunking in the room that this particular man died in.
_________________ If love is a word that you say, then say it I will listen - Angels And Airwaves Haters call me bitch, call me faggot, call me whitey, but I am something that they'll never be - Marilyn Manson
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