Waverly Hills, Ballgame By: Chris Duncan Written: January 20, 2017

Talk about dark… It was well after midnight, on the 4th floor, our vision guided by the simple light of our cameras and the moonlight that peeked through the cracked cement walls lining each empty room. It felt like we were moving through the sea. Picture walking with your eyes closed in an area you have never explored. Even though I had a team with me it seemed silent and dead. No pun intended. At this time we didn’t have any fancy lights on our cameras, just basic equipment and our senses to guide our way. We hoped that we would be able to research a building of this size with our small group and limited equipment, and we made it through, but it was tough…

The bats terrified us as we walked down the ominous corridors of this massive hospital. I still remember this night as if it were yesterday. It was ridiculously hot. The humidity was so thick it seemed as if you were being suffocated as you walked on. Our hair and clothing soaked with perspiration. Our equipment felt as if it were cemented to the sweat of our bodies as we stopped for a drink of water in the room once used for shock-therapy. Peeling off our cameras, we looked around the room and tried to take pictures. We sensed a presence here. It was ominous, sad, and we feared it. I could only envision myself being brought here against my will, suffering through their “therapy sessions” and how awful this must have been…

We pushed ourselves to continue on and moved into an area were we were told that a nurse had committed suicide. Immediately upon our arrival it seemed like we were receiving intelligent responses. We even captured a few pictures that had us scratching our heads. But as energetic and excited as we were, we quickly continued on because the communication seemed to pass. We felt that we had either missed something or we were being led somewhere and decided to move to a room that was infamous for children hauntings. This area was difficult for every member in this group because everyone in the group has children. During this investigation we even had a St Jude Children’s Hospital Pharmacist with us, and she seemed to influence the activity the most.

Waverly Hills was full of unexplained phenomena, and is a place that I wish I could understand better. Many people unfortunately found this place to be the last place that they would ever live in due to a disease that was not fully understood at the time. This location will forever hold a sincere place in my heart not only for the paranormal experiences that we encountered but also because of the many people that came here for a chance to live but found something much more dire. Waverly Hills is overwhelming, however I feel that it’s dark past forces us to accept the emotional footprint left by the victims claimed by this tragic era.