I had always lived in Massachusetts and the scary ghost stories that came along with it. I had only had one paranormal experience before this and will never return to the place this took place at.
Right after graduating high school I figured I would have a little fun before swinging into college that following fall, so I decided I would sign up for Jobcorp to keep my mind working and on its toes. There were only 2 campuses to choose from where I was located. One in Grafton Mass, and the other in Exeter. I had chosen the Grafton campus and within 2 days I got a call back and was accepted to be a residential student.
For those of you who dont know how Jobcorp works, you are placed into a trade school where you are either a residential student ( meaning you lived on campus) or a non-residential ( meaning that you would go home after your day was up). As a residential student I had to share a room with 3 other students who ended up becoming close personal friends of mine.
Back to the point, after being placed into the trade I had picked ( culinary arts) the chef at the time had explained to us that the campus had been converted from an old mental asylum. He told us that under the campus were tunnels that connected all building so that they were able to transport patients without risking them running off into the woods. Right away we had considered it just s story until he showed us a hidden door in the far hidden corner of our building when was blocked off from all of us.
He pointed off into the distance where the hall was ridiculously dark, even in broad daylight and stated that there was a stairway and broken elevator there where they transported the patients. It was at that moment a few friends and I knew what we would do when we got the chance. We knew he was good at keeping an eye on all of us so we waited for a better chance to head down.
2 weeks later he was out sick and the substitute was late so it was that day we took advantage of the opportunity. My close friend who we will name Sam, and 2 others shuffled our way into the back room and snuck down the halls until we found the boarded off door. Sam broke the locks and right away we flooded into the dark hallway.
It was exciting and scary as you would expect as we walked down the dark hallway. As we reached the end of the dark hall we pulled out our cellphones and flashed on our flashlights to get a better look to finally find the elevator and stairs that passed to the lower levels. Excitement consumed us now that we had found the stairs that we all thought were part of some fake story, and we started heading down.
As soon as we got to the bottom we were met with another door with no windows. We pushed the door open and found ourselves staring down a long corridor with around 20 doors one each side before breaking off into multiple pathways lined with more doors. It was at that moment we realized that our teacher was not lying and that something really was down here. We took a few steps in and peeked into the first room to our left where we couldnt believe what we were seeing. Just like in the horror movies there was a chair bolted to the floor with metal arm and leg straps attached to it.
We immediately stepped out of the room and collected ourselves as we proceeded a bit further down the hall. Every room had something in it, that seem to have been left or abandoned by the hospital that was here before us. A table with as few scalpels and stretcher beds were pretty common in every room, but some where littered with dirty brown sheets that were once white. As we approached the intersection Sam stopped and hushed us all to listen.
We listened to see if we could hear anything besides our breathing though the darkness. Nothing, at first. It wasnt until that split second of exhaling we heard what sounded like something hit the floor in the darkness. Nothing heavy that made us jump, but more like a coin hitting the ground. We all took a moment to look at one another before listening again, this time it sounded much closer than we expected.
We wasted no time running out of there and making our way back to the stairway where there was light from outside. We all huddled in the light and nervously laughed at each other for getting scared until one of the other friends stood straight up and instantly went red. We could feel the goosebumps form on his arm as we let him go and turned down the long hall we had to travel to, to find that all of the lights had gone off and something was waiting at the end of the hall. It wasnt standing right in the middle but far off to the side of the corner as if peeking out but being to big to be discreet.
We didnt move at all, we just stood there and listened to each other breath in panic until the figure disappeared around the corner. We hadnt even realized we were standing there for 15 minutes before it disappeared. When we had made it back to the classroom, Sam and the friend with goosebumps had immediately thrown up from the anxiety and after that we had never gone back down into the corridors.
To this very day we still talk about it and even go over stories that other students have had there. I can tell you this, I will never go back.