I did once have to escort someone in a very old hospital, he needed to get to ward C but ward A&B were shut due to illness. So I had to take client upstairs in the lift, along the upper corridor, down the lift again at the far end, and then down to A&B. Upstairs hadn’t been used for 40+ years but was still there. Dark, raining, winter. Porter came up with initially as I wasn’t familiar with the route, and turned on the lights for me and kept us company. When we got downstairs, dropped off patient, turned around and porter had buggered off leaving me to do return journey.
Hospital was built as a workhouse, used during the war for army etc and now just an extra hospital for very elderly. Upstairs was a very long corridor with lots of single rooms that were empty, and a few offices. Lifts were the horrible old clanky kind with iron gates.
Picture me all but running down that corridor, using phone as a torch. Got to the lift and thought no, I’m not getting in that alone, I’ll take the stairs. Got to stairwell and I’m not kidding, dozens of eyes looking back at me.
It was a f**g massive mural someone had painted to celebrate 100 years of this hospital. Christ alive I was almost in tears, mural was beautifully done but it was Victorian nurses, soldiers, etc etc.
Got back to my own workplace eventually and they were crying laughing.