Anyone who lives in Louisville, Kentucky will be knowledgable are the old tuberculosis hospital where hundreds of unlucky people succumbed to the disease in the early 1900s. I’m talking about none other than Waverly Hills…
Everything about Waverly will send chills down your spine.. from the room where a nurse hung herself… to the body chute. Yes you heard me right… a body chute.
They would slide the bodies down a narrow, dark chute to be incinerated and disposed off… It’s always when going down there… when I got freaked out.
I’ve never believed in ghosts… and to be honest… I still don’t. I’ve been skeptical my whole life, and despite being raised in a strong Christian household, I was never quite religious either. To me, it was always the things you could actually see which were the scariest.
As you can imagine, with the antibiotic drug Streptomycin being used to treat TB, there is no use for Waverly other than to offer overly-expensive tours to take the money out of the pockets of the most adventurous souls.
I was on one of these tours in late October. It started at 10 pm, so it was already cold and dark. I was surprised my Mom had let me go… despite having school bright and early the next day.
We kept walking, learning the grim history of all the rooms and halls, wondering about all the deaths that happened in the rooms. We were given some time on the third floor to explore around on our own, as long as we didn’t go outside or go to another floor. My Mom had to tie her shoes, and to my joy, she had told me I could go ahead.
I bravely marched through the narrow, dark corridors until my nine-year old ears heard a whisper, “Hey Kid! Come here.”
The voice was of a man, coming from a room off to my left, but I couldn’t see him in the pitch blackness of the room, and I was too nervous to shine my flashlight in.
“I need your help? Can you help me?” He asked.
I got a bad feeling about this, remembering all the safety lessons we’d recieved on not trusting strangers if they asked for our help or had some candy… so I just asked, “Are you part of the tour?”
“Yeah… the tour guide… you remember her right?”
“She’s one of my closet friends…”
I decided that the tour guide might be mad at me if I didn’t help out friend… so I walked inside of the abyss of darkness.
Just as he covered my mouth with his hand, I let out a scream… I felt my body being dragged as I fell into a sea of darkness…. or for a less poetic explanation… I passed out.
I woke up at the hospital. They’d checked to see if I was healthy, and let me go. My mom told me later on that they’d heard me scream, then found me at the top of the body chute passed out, as if someone was about to push me in.
I decided not to tell her about the man. I told her I’d been messing around, and fell right there at the entrance of the chute. I don’t think she really believed me, but it was okay, and we moved on.
Two days later, on the news, we heard of a man homeless man trespassing in Waverly Hills fot weeks… he had been caught and arrested. My heart tells me that was the man.
I stayed the fuck away from Waverly after that.