Corridor

i walked these corridors sometime in 2003. very spooky. at night you would hear a clinging sound sort of like chain like.

There are many stories of ghosts. The noises on hears is actually the windows rattling in the wind. We us to walk our patients in these halls. On sunny days these buildings were the most attrative architectual wonders. The symmetry, the masonary.

Noises in un-maintained structures are to be expected. With very few exceptions the sounds are easily explained away. The disused places I've been in whistle, creak, moan, crackle, pop, rattle and thunk. The number of times the air currents have slammed doors somewhere on me is too many to count on ones' hand. Bear in mind that if these were running buildings there would be hums, buzzes and other noises that would cover up the low level building "chatter".

Lots of patients expired at PSH... listen to the noises in your own well-maintained home at night... multiply that 100-fold in these old buildings.. lots of noise.. I attended my first autopsy and surgery @ PSH in 1970.

H mek-were you attending or just observing?

Its me again my friend and i walked through here the day we were exploring the building... I get a very sad morbid feeling everytime i pass through...

Wow this brings back so many memories. Both my parents worked at Pilgram....Mom for 17 years and Dad retired in the late 80 after 20+ years. I remember walking these halls.....seeing all the patients......Wow beautiful pics and THANK YOU

i use to walk that corridor in 1989

my next palce on the list is KP aww yeah ill just get a dust mask,etc, and im there

i WALKED THROUGH THESE HALLS MANY TIMES BACK IN 1957 WHILE WORKING AT PILGRIM.

cONTINUING FROM MY PREVIOUS COMMENT. i WORKED AS A TRANSCRIPTIONIST TYPING UP CASE HISTORIES. i WORKED IN A ROOM WITH 20 OTHER GIRLS AND WE ALL TRANSCRIBED PATIENTS' HISTORIES USING A DICTAPHONE. THERE WERE NO COPYING MACHINES IN THOSE DAYS (1957-58) SO EVERYTHING HAD TO BE TYPED. I REMEMBER WHEN THEY FIRST TRIED OUT A COPYING MACHINE (WHICH DIDN'T WORK OUT). THEY HAD A HUGE TUB FILLED WITH WATER AND CHEMICALS AND I WOULD DIP A TYPED DOCUMENT INTO THE LIQUID FOR ABOUT 5 MINUTES, THEN TAKE OUT. IT WAS TOO DARK AND THAT IDEA WAS ABANDONED. ALSO WITH NO COMPUTERS, NO WHITE OUT OR CORRECTION TAPE, ANY TYPING MISTAKES HAD TO BE FIRST SCRATCHED WITH A RAZOR BLADE AND THEN ERASED . i WORKED IN THE MAIN BUILDING, THE ADMIN BLDDG. AND OFTEN HAD TO WALK THRU THE TUNNELS TO GET TO ANOTHER BUILDING. HAD TO USE A SKELETON KEY EVERY TIME A DOOR WAS OPENED AND CLOSED. WHEN WALKING THRU THE TUNNELS, AT EACH END THERE WAS AN HONOR PATIENT WHO JUST SAT THERE. WHEN I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TUNNEL , THE PATIENT WOULD TURN THE LIGHTS OFF. I WAS 19 SO IT WAS SCARY. ALSO GROUPS OF PATIENTS WOULD WALK PAST OUR ROOM WITH A MATRON GUIDING THEM. ONE TIME ONE OF THE PATIENTS RAN INTO OUR ROOM, PICKED UP A CHAIR AND WAS ABOUT TO HIT OUR BOSS WHO SAT IN FRONT OF THE ROOM. THEY HAD HONOR PATIENTS ALL OVER. ONE WOULD STAND IN THE DOORWAY TO OUR ROOM AND JUST STARE AT ME. I WAS WARNED BY THE OTHER GIRLS NOT TO APPROACH HIM. I HAD THE PRIVILEGE TO GO TO THE FILE ROOM AND READ THEIR HISTORIES (BECAUSE I COULDN'T UNDERSTANDTHE DOCTORS, WHO SPOKE VERY POOR ENGLISH. ONE TIME I HAD A HARD TIME TRYING TO UNDERSATND A WORD A DOCTOR WAS SAYING (ON THE TRANSCRIBING MACHINE. INSTEAD OF SAYING "PATIENT WAS PUT IN A SAFETY SHEET" HE WAS MISPRONOUNCING "SAFETY", HE WOULD SAY "SOF ITEE" SHEET. MY MOM WORKED AT EDGEWOOD AT THE SAME TIME WHERE THEY HOUSED MENTALLY ILL PATIENTS WHO ALSO SUFFERED FROM TB.