I don’t know if you have figured this out or not, but I see terrible, frightening things everywhere I look. That old school house? Terrifying. How about the abandoned corner market? Horrors leap to mind.
It shouldn’t be any surprise, then, that when I saw an old and esteemed college, in New Hampshire, that I should wonder what ghosts might be lurking in there. These thoughts were quickly followed by the idea that the building wasn’t a college.
No, it was a hospital.
An old soldier’s home, a place for the wounded to recover, or to die. And what horrors would lurk in a hospital over a hundred years old? Would there have been some caregiver who had gone mad with power?
By the time I reached my house, I had the idea for another story. Another tale for Shane, weathered and worn, bruised and battered. Shane, who, it seems, hasn’t quite suffered enough.
I hope you’ll come along for this ride to Sanford Hospital. I hope you’ll stay a bit, get to know the staff, and meet a few of the patients.
You’ll be glad that you’ll never need treatment at Sanford.