Old run down insane asylum

At my scout camp in Iowa (camp wakonda) we have a ghost that wanders the area too. The camp is situated in a huge area of timber next to the Wapsi river, and about 1 or 2 miles upstream of the camp are some Indian burial grounds. Lots of staff members who walk the trails alone late at night coming from OA ceremonies claim that they see a Native American stalking them along on the trails. Scary shit.
Next year I may work at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico. One of the staff members there told us that there was a mountain called Uraca Mesa that has a clearing in the vague shape of a skull. They also claim that its haunted by a little boy that died there awhile ago, he was lost and ended up walking off a cliff. They claim that the little boy lures hikers towards the cliff with lights to make them fall off the edge.
But closer to home, there is a public hunting area about 3 miles west of where we live. Once you walk a good 15 minutes into the woods you come across an old abandoned farm house on a trail. It has DNR signs all over saying keep out and its fenced in with barbed wire. The sign said we had to have written permission to enter, and we tried to break in but the door was locked. So me and my buddies might go back and sneak into it one of these days to see whats in there.
 
i guess ill throw in my little story, not quite as scary as these ones...

last summer, i spent a good part of my vacation working at my friend Andrew's house painting the fences around his stable. its a pretty countryish area but theres a busy road that runs right by it so nothing too deserted. at the intersection of the road in front of his house and the busy road, there is and old red barn (pretty big, too) that dates back to the turn of the century. it was recently renovated so its clean and people even live there now (though weve never told them about the stories). My friends mom told us that we could go get sodas in the mini-fridge in the kitchen of the barn so we decided to go check it out, not knowing about the weird shit thats already happened in there. we go in, nice place, and head for the kitchen. at the back of the room, a door is slightly open so we go in the room; a bare room, no lights and really cold although it was a really hot day, pretty weird but whatever. i bring up the possibility of it being haunted so we decide to bring a camera and my friends dog (whatever) and go explore said room; the cameras batteries drain and we somehow lose the dog so we go find it (pretty young dog and very excitable). i get the back of the barn (now a garage housing the neighbors Porsche) and so i go out and call for the dog. nothing. i go lift the dust-cover from the Porsche to check it out (kind of a car guy) and see a reflection in the window, really fast. turn around and nothing, i hear whispering voices behind me, turn around and nothing again. pretty freaked out, i run back to the main room (really big and open, used to be a restaurant) and find Andrew who looks puzzled, ''What are you doing down here, we heard voices upstairs and we saw a door opening''. we get the fuck out of there, needless to say, and find the dog back home. fast-forward a few days (you guys are probably getting tired of reading this, but kudos to making it here) were four now and we tell our other friend about the other day. pumped, we go check it out again and nothing happens but we notice an eery wood stove with two dead crows in it. that was weird, and we go back out. thinking that we should have gone upstairs, we decide to come back two minutes later and , right when we open the door, we hear the radio working. weirded out, we call the neighbors name to see if it was him. no answer. we go check it out for our selves and realize its right near where my friend and his bro had heard noises and seen a door open so we, once again, get the fuck out of there. convinced that something weird is happening, we decide to further investigate the next day, with an extra person among us. we sit on the couches near the entrance and try to invoke it, saying we just want to see if its really there. two flashes near the radio. silence. a shadow moves slowly along the wall neighboring the radio and we start asking each other if we all are seeing the same thing; yes, we are. really sketched out but pulling out our balls (metaphorically), we head towards the stairs. as we start going up, we hear a low humming, like the wind, but there was no wind, the windows were closed and there wasnt even a single car on the road in front of the barn. we all sprint and go back home. we talk to Andrew's mom about this (shes hot ( i hope he doesnt read this)) and she says that the ghosts (because we heard several voices) were problably car crash victims. before, the road in front of the barn would turn 90 degrees and take the path in front of my friends house and in the winter, people would get gnarly crashes there. some crash victims were brought into the barn and two of the died in there, pretty creepy. even a previous resident says he woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and when he opened the door, he says someone came out of it and walked through him.

that was my story, youd have to be there to understand the scaryness of it all. for the bromont locals, its on boulevard Pierre-Laporte towards Cowansville and the restaurant used to be called ''Les Dépendances du Manoir''. oh, and a few months later, my friend found a silver cross embedded in the bark of the 200 year old tree next to the barn.
 
I'm from sarartoga springs as well...heard about these places but never been. Looks dope, but that shit doesn't really scare me
 
There are two of them in the same area in troy. Pine woods being one of them which is supposed to be a gateway to hell. and i dont remember the name of the other one I think it is oak wood but not sure?

There is also albany rural cemetary which is supposed to be good
 
Been there it's awesome pretty creepy but don't mind it they have sick ass old cuffs against the walls it's pretty sick I guess there is Latin writing in there but didn't see much
 
This thread is so depressing. I hope people realize that people with mental illness are not demon monsters/ghosts who roam around abandoned psychiatric hospitals haunting people who explore them... The more stories like this people tell, the more the stigma of mentally ill people grows.
 
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This thread is so depressing.
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The Pennhurst Asylum is located pretty close to where I live in Pennsylvania. Never visited this place but it is absolutely horrifying to think that something like this existed less than 50 years ago.


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id manage to go to a local abandoned school for troublesome girls. Started back around 1800 and closed doors in 1998 I think. The strange thing about it is everyone just seemed to get up and leave. Old computers, christmas cards from families of the workers, and even student files. It's really eerie.784318.jpegclimbing up the old water tower that one of the chefs supposedly hung himself from.784320.jpeg784319.jpeg
 
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