The house i grew up in...
..was part of the re-development of Warwickshire country lunatic asylum, from a creepy Victorian derelict to a very pleasant housing estate. As one of the first houses finished, we moved in when the two main hospital complexes were still derelict, dangerous messes and as a result, utterly brilliant to walk around.

Rotting old medical equipment within halls, gradually ruined by time, the elements, vandals and thieves that had nicked the lead/copper (one of those) from the roof. A lot had been left when it closed, i used to think that they had created something terrible and fled, we always wondered if we would come across some sort of monstrosity around every bend (i think in reality everything was outdated so they didn't bother taking it to the the hospital's replacement, whyle the council certainly weren't going to pay for its disposal).

Some things were still relatively intact just ading to the mood. The patient book was still there, i wish we had liberated it when we found it, heres hoping the builders who eventually transformed the place didn't throw it in a skip. Some of the toilet cubical still had (pink) loo paper on the holder and a completely intact lav, others had completely fallen to bits. Decay was rife, medical themed signs were smashed, the only break from the destruction was the orchard, utterly overgrown, a completely different feeling of abandonment. Overall, you couldn't wander around without thinking of resident evil at least once.

Which brings me onto the bodies, we knew they were everywhere, part of the reason there are so many lovely green fields dotted within the estate was because the builders had no permission to build on them. It was relatively normal back in the day of the county lunatic asylum for families of the disturbed to disown them, most bodies would be the hospital's responsibility so to save space they had been buried standing up. Me and my friends could never stand to play on the fields as lovely as they were, being there always had an uneasy atmosphere, we started believing if we started having fun ontop of the dead crazy people they would re-animate and drag us underneath with them. Being told to go play outside therefore tended to fill us with panic.

As we got older and the estate became more developed, we stopped being so stupid and eventually decided to pass on our old fears to the next wave of younger kids that had moved in. I'de like to think a cycle might have started
(MaxZero ZeroMax, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:07, 3 replies)

Hatton?
Congratulations for scaring the crap out of kids who might have avoided knowing those details, I hope their parents had many disturbed nights thanks to you!
(Rsoles, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 23:29, closed)

Aye, Hatton Park
I don't really see it like that, it was daunting but none of us ever lost any sleep

I reckon they deserved to know, being a kid there was made much cooler on reflection with the area's darker twist
(MaxZero ZeroMax, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 20:23, closed)

you lucky, lucky bastard.
my local asylum is fabulous but totally stripped out.
( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 12:19, closed)