As I mentioned in my last post, my husband Mike and I did an overnight stay at Waverly Hills Sanatorium, which, according to the Ghost Hunters TAPS group, is believed to be one of the most haunted places in the world. More than 63,000 people died there. So many, in fact, that they built a death chute to transport the bodies down to hearses so that patients wouldn’t constantly see bodies being taken away.
The death chute was one of the areas we got to explore. But first, we were taken on a brief tour of the 5-story building and roof so that we’d learn our way around, and know the hot spots for paranormal activity. Most of us had brought cameras. A few people had more advanced equipment. We had a digital recorder that we were hoping was good enough to record EVPs.
Our tour guide lead us through the building, telling stories about ghost sightings in the morgue, the nurses’ station on the 5th floor, the hallway near an old elevator shaft, and the electroshock therapy room.
Mike and I listened eagerly and started scoping out where we wanted to go first. There were a lot of people on our tour and we wanted to break away so that we could do voice recordings without having a lot of human interference. Mike wanted to start in the morgue. The guide finished his spiel and told people to keep their flashlights off; our eyes would grow accustomed to the dark, but we’d never see anything if we kept shining flashlights all night. And he told us not to jump out at people or pretend this was a haunted house. We’d come to go ghost-hunting, not act like children.
He finished talking and my husband and I raced down the stairs back to the morgue. It was immediately creepy walking around that old, dark abandoned building on our own. I wondered what we were thinking? Did we really want to see ghosts??
My husband began speaking into his voice recorder. “This is Mike. We’re entering the morgue. If there are any spirits with us, let us know.”
Then he began screaming. And screaming. And running down the hallway. If you listen closely to the recording, you can hear my footsteps running behind him as he screams.
“I saw feet! There were feet!”
“There were feet sticking out of the morgue table!”
We ran and ran, flashlights blaring our approach as loudly as Mike’s continued screaming. Other people came to see what the fuss was all about. You can hear that on the recorder, too. Along with another far-off voice saying, “It’s me, you idiots. It was me.”
Some joker had decided to scare his friend by laying inside the morgue table with his boots sticking out – which is exactly what we’d been told not to do. But Mike and I got there first. Scared the crap out of us, though it’s fun now to listen to the tape. But in the moment, we were pretty freaked, and only 30 minutes into a long night of wandering in the dark looking for more things to scare us. Thankfully, nothing scared us as much as that — until we were in the car driving to our hotel at 4:00am and listening to our recorder to hear whether we’d captured any EVPs.
You can listen to both audio clips in the attached file. First you’ll hear Mike screaming as he spotted the feet in the morgue. Then, you can listen to the other recording and pretend you’re the TAPS unit, too. Can you make out the words? It’s a little muffled, but we hear a voice saying, “Get out.” We hadn’t heard it when we were inside. If we had, we would have certainly heeded the advice.