Abandoned Places Not Everyone Should Go Pt 2

*Warning* Explicit Pictures Below

I remember painting the tank in that tiny room & almost dying because the fumes of the spray paint cans were so heavy & intoxicating. I had to stick my head out the window a few times, walk up & down the hall other times, & that’s when it clicked in my brain that I should really invest in a respirator mask. Multiple different colors, changing of caps, & ripping my gloves all come flashing back to me when I look at some of these pictures. I remember walking down the halls thinking something could jump out at me or the floors could crumble at any moment. I didn’t even bother going down the stairs once inside.

There were two sets of stairs leading to the basement & I remember looking at my girlfriend & we both agreeing there’s no way we’re going down those steps into the unknown. It was pitch black & the writings on the walls didn’t feel inviting by any means. I felt like I was in a racist village, sneaking from room to room, taking pictures of the decaying spaces. A scene from Silent Hill where everything seems fine one second & then all hell breaks loose randomly. I think about the days when I used to play Resident Evil, inspecting each room to find hidden treasures & hopefully not running into anything dangerous. Each of the rooms were heavily destroyed & the place was falling apart.

We only explored one of the many buildings on the property, but I think we saw enough to give us a general idea of the madness that can occur there & in the surrounding areas. Nature begun reclaiming the building we entered. The brick walls of the exterior building were smashed, exposing pieces of the inside to the rain. It was calming in a way to listen to the pounding of the rain & look through the rubble towards the green lushes swaying trees in the near distance. We covered up some of the hate messages inside of the building on the walls the best we could. It was the least we could do to better the already destroyed environment.

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Going through places like this remind me to enjoy the things we have & the ones we cherish. For one day, all of it will be gone & forgotten to the future generations. We have a duty to ourselves to experience life & hold tightly to the memories of fonder moments. Going to abandoned places makes me feel like Indiana Jones or Nathan Drake from the Uncharted video game series. There’s treasures left behind by those before us & I like to see it with my own two eyes.

Upon conducting some deep dive research, aka google, I found this place was once called the “Connecticut School for Imbeciles” in the 1800s before being closed in 1993. This is where the state housed people with mental disabilities, there were dorm rooms, a theater room equipped with a stage, backdrop, & project, & even some rooms decorated like classrooms. The university that owns the property can’t tear it down because it’s listed on the National Register of Historic Places. While it may be historic, the buildings themselves haven’t seen the light of a good day in over 3 decades. A lot of articles online are calling for this location to be demolished.

Personally, if they don’t have an idea of what to do with the property if & when the buildings are removed, I don’t think the university or the state should destroy them. Of course the land could be put to better use, but the history is being preserved. If the buildings are removed, future generations may not ever hear of this spot & the absurdity that was conducted during those times. The fascinating thing about New England is that it’s been around for so long, that the history, both good & bad, runs deep. You can see the same structures & locations that people stood before us.

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I guess I’m just fascinated by the history of things. I like to know how & why they got to where they are at. Social media is a good way for us to document our adventures & travels, not only for others, but for ourselves. We can look back at pictures & videos to relive memories at the tap of the screen. I heard a creator on YouTube say that we should be saving records of everything we post, because one day it could all be taken away from us or deleted for no good reason.

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A massive chunk of the wall was destroyed

Looking down these stairs, I thought there’s nothing good down there for us

At least these stairs looked a little more well light & stable. We ventured upstairs

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Besides what was written on the window & the fan, I really like this picture for the composition.

This gives a sense of what the rooms looked like. Everything in disarray

Good thing I can’t read or I’d turn around.

I think the black eyes really gave the flower depth. It was a nice addition

I ran out of the middle ton green that I was using for the base. I was in a tight spot & had to use a different green for the bottom for wheels. It worked out, but I was unsatisfied.

While making this face, I heard my girlfriend calling me name & I stopped to run over to her. She was making her way up the fence & onto the roof. I was so excited to see her making her way into the building. Thank you for facing your fears & making the effort to make it inside!

Peace & Love from the 413