JERM IX
joseph
Here's the story back in January...
jermalism.b...ephs-hospital.html
Here's the story a few nights ago, a whole different place...
It was the middle of the night and we had already been inside and up top for hours on end by the time we made it down to the morgue. That's when we heard the footsteps and voices coming towards us, my brother and i, trapped in the morgue.
It doesn't even resemble the hospital it was in January. EVERYTHING has either been stolen or destroyed. Furniture is smashed outside below broken windows. Some window frames are even bent up from the furniture smashing through. Drywall has been torn into all over the place and the scrappers have clearly been very busy. The wheelchairs and beds and everything else are either destroyed or flipped or thrown outside or gone. No sign of the microscope, of course. The lab, which had been virtually untouched in my first visits, looks like a war zone. The boiler room has been dismantled by scrappers and the asbestos that wrapped the pipes covers the floor that was already covered with a half inch of pigeon shit. All of the tools and doo-dads from the boiler room are also gone, there are signs that this area has been continually re-sealed and broken into, they tried to protect it to no avail. In the back of the boiler room a pigeon flew directly into my face in the pitch blackness and ricocheted out the open doorway. Nasty. As we wandered down to the morgue to cap off our visit, I told my brother how sad it made me that the hospital that i was born in was in such a sad state. We were silent for another minute until we got to the morgue, that's when we heard the voices and footsteps approaching. Then we saw the flashlights. We didn't even look around, we knew we had nowhere to go, we were trapped in the morgue.
"We're not the cops man, who are you?" are the only words we could make out of a maze of mumbling echoing voices as they came around the corner. Four of them, not just scrappers, but hardcore addicts, it was in their crazy eyes. Methheads. A quick awkward introduction got more awkward quickly as one of them decided to blurt out something like we're robbing the place blind, brass, been doing it for months. To which the others turned on him, telling him to shut up. We pulled out cigarettes, knowing that they would want some, and we offered to them all, while lighting up and announcing that we were gonna hit the roof. Told them to have a good night and good luck. They were visibly not happy to leave things like this in the morgue, but we turned our backs and walked away. On the next floor we booked it down the hall and into the staircase. As we went down the stairs again, we could hear them arguing and approaching the same exit, the only exit, behind us. The alpha dog was barking that dude fucked up and that they gotta get out and those fucking guys fucked us and then one of them says "We should just rob them, they had cameras." Word for fucking word, i'll never forget the way that sentence sounded, i was genuinely scared. Fighting addicts that likely have diseases is something i try to avoid at all costs, call me crazy. When we got to the exit we realized that they had tethered it shut behind them with a thin plastic tube so that no one else could enter. Or exit. As my brother quickly untied some sort of knot i'd never seen the door opened a flight or two up and their perspective robbery conversation got so much louder and more real. Their footsteps and flashlights were getting so close. My brother untied that thing with no time to spare. It was like a movie when that door opened and we ran outside and turned off our flashlights and booked it into the pitch blackness. They were mad at this point, exiting behind us scanning with their flashlights, yelling. They made a ridiculous scene and then re-entered. We watched the cops follow them back in just minutes later with a K9 unit. Needless to say, we didn't stick around to find out how the story ends. But as of this morning, Joey is sealed tight.
joseph
Here's the story back in January...
jermalism.b...ephs-hospital.html
Here's the story a few nights ago, a whole different place...
It was the middle of the night and we had already been inside and up top for hours on end by the time we made it down to the morgue. That's when we heard the footsteps and voices coming towards us, my brother and i, trapped in the morgue.
It doesn't even resemble the hospital it was in January. EVERYTHING has either been stolen or destroyed. Furniture is smashed outside below broken windows. Some window frames are even bent up from the furniture smashing through. Drywall has been torn into all over the place and the scrappers have clearly been very busy. The wheelchairs and beds and everything else are either destroyed or flipped or thrown outside or gone. No sign of the microscope, of course. The lab, which had been virtually untouched in my first visits, looks like a war zone. The boiler room has been dismantled by scrappers and the asbestos that wrapped the pipes covers the floor that was already covered with a half inch of pigeon shit. All of the tools and doo-dads from the boiler room are also gone, there are signs that this area has been continually re-sealed and broken into, they tried to protect it to no avail. In the back of the boiler room a pigeon flew directly into my face in the pitch blackness and ricocheted out the open doorway. Nasty. As we wandered down to the morgue to cap off our visit, I told my brother how sad it made me that the hospital that i was born in was in such a sad state. We were silent for another minute until we got to the morgue, that's when we heard the voices and footsteps approaching. Then we saw the flashlights. We didn't even look around, we knew we had nowhere to go, we were trapped in the morgue.
"We're not the cops man, who are you?" are the only words we could make out of a maze of mumbling echoing voices as they came around the corner. Four of them, not just scrappers, but hardcore addicts, it was in their crazy eyes. Methheads. A quick awkward introduction got more awkward quickly as one of them decided to blurt out something like we're robbing the place blind, brass, been doing it for months. To which the others turned on him, telling him to shut up. We pulled out cigarettes, knowing that they would want some, and we offered to them all, while lighting up and announcing that we were gonna hit the roof. Told them to have a good night and good luck. They were visibly not happy to leave things like this in the morgue, but we turned our backs and walked away. On the next floor we booked it down the hall and into the staircase. As we went down the stairs again, we could hear them arguing and approaching the same exit, the only exit, behind us. The alpha dog was barking that dude fucked up and that they gotta get out and those fucking guys fucked us and then one of them says "We should just rob them, they had cameras." Word for fucking word, i'll never forget the way that sentence sounded, i was genuinely scared. Fighting addicts that likely have diseases is something i try to avoid at all costs, call me crazy. When we got to the exit we realized that they had tethered it shut behind them with a thin plastic tube so that no one else could enter. Or exit. As my brother quickly untied some sort of knot i'd never seen the door opened a flight or two up and their perspective robbery conversation got so much louder and more real. Their footsteps and flashlights were getting so close. My brother untied that thing with no time to spare. It was like a movie when that door opened and we ran outside and turned off our flashlights and booked it into the pitch blackness. They were mad at this point, exiting behind us scanning with their flashlights, yelling. They made a ridiculous scene and then re-entered. We watched the cops follow them back in just minutes later with a K9 unit. Needless to say, we didn't stick around to find out how the story ends. But as of this morning, Joey is sealed tight.