These events take place after our security company pulled out of the
Heights and left it abandoned, the rehab center was also gone and 
the property was destined for demolition. I admit I was the one who 
turned it into a ‘party place’ by telling a few people who told a few 
people (like that shampoo commercial). 

[snippets]
One night while hanging out with a group of friends enjoying a six 
pack, I looked down the hill towards the house in the middle of the 
grounds, and off to one side of the big field that ran through the 
middle of the complex.  (I’ll draw up a map later)  Even though the 
air was still and there was hardly a breeze at all, the large swamp 
maple next to the house was whipping about as if caught in a 
hurricane. Other trees, even those a few yards away were unmoved 
by the wind that grasped this tree. I pointed it out to my friends and 
as we watched the furor slowed, stopped and the tree was once 
again just like it’s neighbors, other than the few branches and leaves 
that had been torn off and had fallen to the ground around the base 
of the tree. Why these  branches and leaves didn’t get thrown far 
from the tree is beyond me, everything seemed to focus on that one 
singular spot around the tree.

Another day. Four or five of us had gone up there to play Frisbee in 
the afternoon and hang out. My friend threw the Frisbee and as 
we all watched about twenty feet from his hand it slowed, both in 
rotational and lateral velocity, it seemed to hover for a second, and 
it dropped to the ground. When G. ran over to pick it up it was cold, 
by the time I got there it was just cool but definitely much cooler 
than the outside air or the grass it landed on.

Mass ‘freak outs’ were common there. About a year or so after we 
turned it into a party spot, you could on any given weekend night 
find anywhere from five to thirty cars parked around the property.
At least three or four times I remember getting a bad vibe, and I 
really pay attention when that happens. And I’d either start up the 
car and tell everyone I was with that we were bailing, or I’d turn to 
whoever was driving that night and tell them we HAD to leave 
NOW. And all across the complex everyone would do the same 
thing at almost the exact same moment. We even had traffic jams 
trying to get out. I can understand people parked nearby maybe 
thinking we’d spotted cops coming in (a very rare occurrence, the 
cops rarely even showed up there even when called) or some such. 
But people from all over, who couldn’t possibly see or hear what 
was going on where we were, were also leaving at a high rate of 
speed.

I know I mentioned 'exploring' the buildings on the property, and 
this goes along with that topic line.

My friend Geoff and I decided one spring day, as they were starting 
out on the demolition of the complex, that we just HAD to explore 
the old three story ward building before it was gone.

We popped the lock off the back loading dock doors and went in. 
The first thing we noticed was it had to be thirty degrees or more 
cooler inside than it was out. There was ice on the puddles on the 
floor, yet outside it was a warm sixty five, or seventy degrees. 

Wandering through the floors we reached the second level, which is 
where the interesting things started. There was a noise, like 
someone moving around and we freaked for a second but then went 
to look. Each side of the wards (two wards per floor off a central 
staircase) had it’s own gang bathroom/locker room/showers, it was 
into one of these we went to see what made the noise. We didn’t see 
a soul.  In the second row of lockers one door was open, inside was 
an old green suit (seersucker or herringbone I don’t know) and a 
pair of wingtip shoes, we picked up the shoes and they were still 
warm as if someone had just taken them off. None of the other 
lockers contained anything (we checked them all) nor did we find 
an old man running around in his skivvies.

Up on the third floor we found an old x-ray machine and the lighted 
thingy to view x-rays on. The viewer had several blue light bulbs in 
it, and I discovered an old dumbwaiter shaft that had no dumbwaiter 
in it, so of course the bulbs HAD to go down the shaft. I got to the 
third bulb, and had my head and shoulders into the opening to better 
here the pop, and as the third bulb hit the basement the eeriest laugh 
you ever heard floated up at me. At the same time I was doing this 
Geoff was walking down the hallway towards me. I yanked my 
head out of the shaft and said "OK time to leave now", and as I said 
that the fire hose next to him opened up the glass door and the 
entire hose fairly leapt off the holder at him. We beat feet down the 
stairs and got outside as quick as our Converse could get us there 
and met our next surprise. We had gone into the building at around 
one in the afternoon, no later than one thirty, but when we got 
outside the sun was setting and the clock in the car said it was five 
thirty. Neither of us could remember being in there more than an 
hour, two tops, but somehow we lost time inside that place.

To Be Continued. Or not....