Lier Psychiatric Hospital, Dikemark and more Lier (Part 1)

Apparently, Open Office Writer has given up on spellchecking all together... just so you're warned.

This is now long overdue, but as I did mention before: we did go back to the abandoned hospital in Lier. Come to think of it... I probably mentioned this in Norwegian. But since the world don't revolve around this blog, a recap is probably due anyway.

When we went to vitness the demolition of the first building we visited at Lier (building A), we also had a look at building E. This was rumoured to be the «worst» of them all. How ever you might be inclined to interpret that piece of information, we had come to the conclusion that B was clearly better secured and must therefore be the one to stay away from.

Building E was a good choice. It felt fairly safe, so we ended up investigating all 5 floors, even the basement. All high on this little success, I sugested that we should have a look at the B. E was so easy, this must be a good day.

«But how do you know such things» my mum asks me a few months later.

«I don't. I don't know anything. Sometimes I just get the worst feeling about something. Like you know this is a bad place to be, except you don't.»

This feeling is just like being affraid of something very specific, only you can't really attribut it to anything specific. I'm not saying that makes it supernatural. Feelings is the way our subconsious mind communicates with our consious mind. We pic up such wast amounts of informations, there is no way for us to prosess it consiously. This could be perfectly natural.

E made me reasonably tense, as you should always be in such places, but B was for Bad, apparently. I was filming this whole thing, and it still makes me cringe just to think of watching it. As we came up to one of the first doors, you can see me stop and almost start to reverse away from it. I felt like I've seen something really disturbing, but then decided I hadn't, and then entered. By the time we had covered the northern corridor on the first floor I wanted to run away so bad. But running always makes it worse. So we covered the souther corridor too before walking away slowly. I was never, ever going back there. That much was clear. But such convictions are all too fleeting. What's the worst thing that can happen, right?

So we went back, like we always do.

There's also a film from the second trip. This one I've gotten used to. It's on YouTube even. I've been told I seem so calm. So, so calm.

Don't be fooled though. It wasn't too bad I guess.

The first stairs we ventured up were so silent. Cracking stairs seem unreliable, but the floors and stairs that could collaps at any given moment, those are usually too soft for cracking, just like these stairs who stole away even the otherwise destinct sound of footsteps.

The second floor is much like the first. We found spray paint and a metal pipe in one room.

«Look! A murderwepon!»

I did after all play Cluedo as a kid. Besides, I remember reading somewhere that you wanna stay clear of graffiti artists in places like this, as they're often on edge and armed. From what I'm hearing it's also not uncommon to be high as a scyscraper when coming here.

«Sort of looks like a piece cut off from the fence outside, doesnt it?» I add curiously.

«So someone cut off a piece of the fence for a make shift wepon, when whatever they used to cut it off was probably at least as good?»

«Good point. Imagine the cutter you would need for that job!»

On a windowsill out in the hallway, there's more cans and a gas mask.

«Someone ran away screaming» I assure Ramona.

Or the cans are empty and the mask is broken. Who knows.

I start noticing after a while that my breath fogs in some rooms. Only in a few rooms here and there, and it's just not that cold. This is a bit weird.

In one such room, something is dripping from the ceiling.

«What's that?... rust... no, I mean blood»

It's a little kitchen, directly above the one from the first visit. It's orange, the stuff that's dripping. Rust and water I'm guessing.

«Cause blood is orange right?» I continue, a little worried that Ramona might think I'm being hysterical for real. This is when I notice that my breath is fogging.

«Rotten blood is.»

«What?»

«Rotten blood is orange. Have you never seen rotten blood?»

Ramona sounds genuinely surprised.

«Can't say I have...»

«Well, it also smelled so bad it almost knocked me out, so...»

«Good to know.»

A while later we're just casually crossing a room when there's a sound. Waves of sound.

«Was that you?» I ask.

«Yeah, probably was.»

I'm not convinced, but definetly willing to leave it alone for a while.

Monthes and monthes later, we're in a car, on a highway. This is when I remember it.

«That sound that time at Lier. I'm almost certain it wasnt you.»

The GoPro caught it on tape, and you can hear that it's a bigger sound from somewhere else in the building.

“We may not have been alone in there. I thought we would have known though.”

“Not nesesserily.”
“Well, I guess they could have noticed us first. Maybe it was just one person, so they would have had an advantage as far as sound goes.”

“Or maybe they saw us enter and had fun following us around.”

I considerd that for a moment, deciding how creepy it would be.

“If it was me in that situation I would have gotten the fuck out of there as quick as possible.”

But I would never be in that particular situation in the first place. I don't do this stupid shit on my own. Well, not this specific kind of stupid shit anyway.

I guess we weren't too difficult to keep track of, with Ramona uninpressed by the risks at hand combined with my willful ignorance of anything that might scare me too much. Also, stealth is not always a good thing in these places as it might be better if people can hear you coming. That way they might get the chance to reflect on their options before hitting you in the head with a blunt metal object, rather then after.

But then again, it was just a sound. Waves of sound. Could have been anything. Come to think of it (and I actually only came to think of this while typing) didnt we run into two guys outside a while earlier?

This text got to long so I've cut it in half right around here