The Truth from Within

For all my life i've lived in a small village that was built in order to support an Asylum.
My earliest memory of this place was sitting on one of those kids chairs attatched to the back of bicycles, my Dad cycling through a dense cover of tree's that opened up into a rough concrete path.
At the head of the path was a large Roundabout with several offshoots, each leading into a different part of the Asylums complex. It was a quiet, open place with no traffic, perfect for walking dogs or bike rides.
We cycled to the top of the roundabout, the most notable sight by the roundabout was a large decrepid building standing opposite the road, it had several pillars to support the balcony with large square windows either side, most of which now were cracked or completley shattered.
This was the Asylums main entrance, the building itself was not particularly intimidating but it shares a common Aesthetic with each and every other building in the asylum; Its windows. The large, frames of black that adorn the many buildings of the Asylum, each evenly spaced from the next.
Now, whilst im not the best writer, some description has been left out on purpose, partially to protect the buildings themselves and partially to deter gaining entrance or access to this place, but no matter what i've written in this story, what im trying to tell you is true.
When i was 13, with my friends we often used to walk round the asylums grounds. The whole thing stretches across several miles with easily more than a hundred buildings, each seperated by a wall of tree's or brick. There were some places that were open completley to the public and others which posed a safety risk, either due to the failure of the buildings structure or the decomposing Asbestos in the walls.
But, some buildings suffered neither of these faults, and we're still, puzzingly, restricted. Naturally, as an inquisitve 13 year old with 2 similarly inquisitive friends, we just had to explore it.
A particular building had always caught our attention, it was located several hundred metres behind the main entrance, but was divided by a large Ward building that prevented access from the front side. Luckily a small path ran from an gap in the tree's that led directly to this towering, vast building and after much fence climbing we we're standing at the front doors.
The building itself was a sort of office section, with a large tower in the centre and slightly smaller towers connected via identical office blocks on either side of the main area. The front doors were securely locked but the open panel windows were completley smashed. After several plain rooms with little to explore, we encountered the central buildings largest room. When the building was functional, the main room would have been quite small, but due to decades of neglect, the 3 rooms above it had crashed through the ceiling leaving a spectacular pit of which rusted metal and rotting wood jutted out, leaving a unstable deathtrap.
we had no intention of entering the suicide hole and decided to avoid it completley, circling round through a few rooms in order to reach the other side. Although there was a clear path to the other side of the pit, there was no way of getting past the peeling walls that lined the rooms. After about an hour of searching we noticed one of the wooden supports from the pit had scraped through what appeared to be a wall. We carefully walked along the remainder of the floor and reached the fallen crossbeam. The end of the beam hadn't actually broken through the wall, but through a sheet of plasterboard that had been wallpapered over. when we removed the plasterboard, the hole in the wall was actually a doorframe, leading to a staircase. The flight of stairs descended down about 3 floors, leading to an cylindrical, dark tunnel.
Walking a few steps into the tunnel, we put on our torches and scanned the contents. It was a large concrete tube that had corners at either end and a small channel that ran down the center of the floor, filled with dark water. We decided to see how far we could get down the tunnel.The atmosphere was horrible, we hardly spoke and the only noise came from our torches, whirring faster as we progressed into the tunnel, not one of us wanting to be left without light in this place. Eventually we reached a T-junction in the vast maze of concrete. One way descended into a deep, flooded pool of pitch black water that appeared to continue into the depths of the asylum underground. The other however, was filled with row upon row of rusting cabinets. There must of been atleast two hundred of them, some neatly lined up against the tunnel wall, some fallen with their innards strewn across the floor, so to speak. The cabinets we examined contained folders and wooden trays, each with some form of medical tools inside. There were even some patient records, but we daren't touch them. We all wanted to turn back, retreat and leave the hospital, back to a familiar place, but the sunken atmosphere of this newly unearthed burial ground prevented us from speaking. Past the cabinets lay more hospital equipment, accompanied by broken bed frames and the rotting panels of wooden chairs, stacked together in a pathetic state. We finally reached what appeared to be the end of this passage, a maintenance ladder with a faint shaft of light pierced the jet black dark of the tunnel, we were relieved to find some sort of exit, our ordeal had been nothing besides some old hospital equipment and our imaginations. but as we neared the ladder, there was a similar slope just ahead of the exit, a dark pool of water once again continuing into endless darkness but this was different. The water was ripe with large, black bags, with what appeared to be clothing inside. We had come too far just to leave with nothing, and with the exit so close, our confidence was affirmed. We carefully reached the edge of the black pool, the thick bags floating on the waters surface littered the long stretch of water. We found a wooden plank and managed to drag one of the bags from its resting place. It opened easily, similar to ripping a bin bag open. What spilled out was thin, white gowns, most were waterlogged and many were ripped and torn. As we reached the bottom of the bag, we found several pairs of shoes, varied in size, shape and appearance. After pulling out most of the bags contents, we found something else, something very different. It appeared to be a piece of a warped mannequin, the lower leg, still in its shoe. We laughed that after all this time it still remained in place. Giggling, my friend bent down and grabbed the plastic, suggesting we take it with us, something to remember about our expedition.
he raised it about 3 inches off the floor before the colour drained from his face.
I sit here today, recounting this story after having thoroughly researched this Asylum and its history. There are many details still lost about the Asylum's Past, mainly regarding its controversial closure in the early 1960's. The majority of the patients were relocated to different psychiatric facilities across the country when the Asylum was shut down, but 248 are still unaccounted for to this day.
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