This is called a Sally Port. Once you come in the first set of doors or gate, your vehicle or persons would be searched before continuing on to the actual prison. Next to it looks to be either a guard shack or small processing center.

I attended camp there in 1959 and 1960. I remember Fr. Paul Brault, a Canadian. The tower was used as a music tower. My mom brought up a record for Fr. Paul in French and he played it on the tower's loudspeaker. The tower was green trimmed with white. There was also a small convent by the roadside for Salesian nuns from Italy. Dominic Savio was a saint. I became an altar boy there..the chapel was beautiful on the main floor. Every Sunday as visiting hours ended, all campers filed in there for Benediction, then down the other end of the hall for a movie in the gym. kkjfkkp@hotmail.com

I was there 2 day and the room looks nothing like the pix anymore very haunting and decrepid all the walls are covered in grafiti and it's musty dark and chilling there's even a grafiti tag called 'dick man' idk it's a cool place tho they have all the windows borded up so it's impossible 2 see in there if only it were unborded I guess is the way 2 put it

I have one that was made for Coca Cola before 1941 as it has the trademark in the first c of Coca. Bottom half of machine (Ice catcher) is red

It looks like all the brick layers beneath the roof are darker as if recently under water.

But that doesn't seem possible given the much lower height of the surrounding outer walls. If those bricks are actually that saturated with water I'll bet you could pretty much knock that whole thing down with one well placed sissy kick.

Naked footprints... very appropriate for this setting. Normally the human footprints we find are shoe prints, unless on the beach or something.

It isn't difficult to imagine a scenerio in which the staff abandoned the place but left the patients behind to fend for themselves.

Thus you have half naked crazies wandering the halls while the place crumbles to ruins around them [assuming a few of them manage to survive unassisted that is].

Either that or we are all wrong and those are just hot and cold water pipes where they may have had shut off valves in an easily accessible spot at one time. All the brass or coper valves and pipes that could be stripped out would have been picked clean by thieves long ago to be sold to a scap yard, probably for dope money.

The ends of those pipes look like the male nozzles for female hydraulic hose ends. Must have been a fancy dumb-waiter not the old fashioned hand pulley kind.

Judging by the reddish color of the broken end as well as the texture of the plastic the brush appears to me made of bakelite which is sought after by antique collectors.

I was there when Paul died. His cot was across from mine, although I did not know him well, having been there only a week or so. The events surrounding hiis death were indeed massively and deliberately covered up. I have no idea what actually happened, but I have never believed the "sleepwalked off the roof" tale that force-fed to us at the time. I do wonder if one of the holy brothers sexually molested Paul the way they did me. I'm glad that someone has fond memories of the place; mine are less than pleasant.

I went there tonight and was in this room very creepy at night but a cool place.

I use the Wellness Center that is on campus. I used to get freaked out when I walked by the old hospital. Now when I walk by I wonder if I am being watch by spirits. It's almost like I can feel the tortures of the residents.

Absolutely captivating, beautful photographs, and great subject matter.