i went through a phase in 2007/8 of exploring a gigantic derelict mental hospital. it was amazing, had operating theatres, dentist, hairdressers, a morgue with body fridges, endless corridors and lots and lots of little rooms with no handle on the inside. some of the bathroom areas hadn’t been updated since the 60s. we found a treasure trove one day tucked into a mantlepiece on one of the wards of christmas cards and letters to patients from 1960 (some were dated).
so far, so creepy, right?
i was with a group of people one day, walking behind everyone else. we were in the laundry/kitchen areas and there were little side corridors off the main one we were on.
as i walked past one of these side corridors i looked down it and the fluorescent lights on the ceiling were on. they were clean. this hospital closed down in 1993, there was no power supply in any of it. i stopped and backed up, looked again and they were off, covered in peeling paint from the ceiling and in no way lit. unsettling, to say the least.
i dream about the place sometimes, it was like another world in there and i mostly loved it.
as i am a terrible old hippy i was excited to visit Glastonbury town on our way down to a festival in Devon in 2007. the Tor was fine, the Gardens were lovely but the town gave me the proper creeps. we were staying overnight so decided the only way through it was to get drunk. we drank a lot that night, and could not get even remotely tipsy. the whole place just felt wrong, and like someone up-thread said, a bit flat as if it were all a facade.
i drive through Savernake Forest when i visit family in Wiltshire and it’s beautiful. never felt anything off, but then i’ve never been actually into it.