The Silence | 12:02AM Nov 21, 2008
Tonight, we’re going to take a little detour.
These images were captured this past May while my good buddy Ryan and I roamed the abandoned halls of the Biddeford Nursing Home.
This structure, left unattended for some 10 years, has really begun to disintegrate. The paint appears more like bark, pealing and cracking off the warped walls. Water stains the floor and ceiling where the roof has begun to leak. The slight odor of mothballs lingers in the air and there is an eerie silence that blankets the entire ward.
Several windows, bolted ajar, let a slow flow of air circulate through the forlorn hallways. Ink stained paper calendars cling to cork boards still proclaiming the upcoming bridge tournament between floors.
Beneath it all, a basement full of long forgotten patient files. Folders upon folders of prescriptions, personal belongings, and intimate psychological details lie scattered across the concrete floor.
Leaving through the opening from whence we came, Ryan and I take an opportunity to glance once more around the darkened back room. Though I don’t believe in ghosts or an after life, I can’t shake the feeling that the presence of those who roamed these halls still lingers.
With the door closed securely behind us, the silence returns once more.
