Frozen in Fear

6 of the Scariest Abandoned Mental Asylums in America

The Cursed Wayside Shrine 

Route 42 Tunnel - Ashland, Ohio

This strange and unidentified creature was caught in the Willard Library’s security cameras.

“Willard Library is bookmarked on my PC for easy checking. The moment I ‘entered’ the room, there was this creature that seemed to be crawling towards the cam. It had no hands, no face and was wearing black and gray. There is a small footstool on the left which after the creature vanished, was now on the right side. Then the books atop the shelf on the right, were replaced by a black cover with something under it. Still later, not by much, the white chair was pulled from the small table.

Gladly, my pics are being submitted for your interest. Please forgive there being so many, but many things happened with no one in the room. Do you know what it is? Or how the stool moved? And the books on top-where did they go? My eyes never left the room!:”

There is an unsubstantiated story about the disappearance of a group of campers at Stonehenge in August 1971. At that time, people were allowed uninhibited access to the location day or night: In August of 1971, a group pitched tents in the center of the circle, and lit a campfire. At 2 a.m., a severe thunderstorm quickly blew in over Salisbury Plain. Bright bolts of lightning struck the area, including nearby trees and the standing stones themselves. A farmer and a policeman both said that Stonehenge lit up with an eerie blue light so intense they had to look away. The screams from the campers rang out, and the two witnesses rushed to the scene expecting to find injured or dead campers. What they did find shocked the hell out them - the campers were gone. The smoldering tent pegs and the drowned remains of a campfire were all that remained. Where the hell did the campers go? What happened to the tents? To this day, they have not been found. Considering the tent pegs were smoldering and the rest of the tent was gone leads one to believe that maybe the campers were incinerated by the lightening, if that is even possible. - truecrimediva.com Another version of the story….

Bigfoot is the name given to a large bipedal ape like creature reported to roam the remote forest areas of the United States, specifically the Pacific North West, California, the Rocky Mountains, the Great Lakes region, and some of the Northeast and Southern states. Bigfoot is most likely very closely related if not the same species as Canada’s Sasquatch, similar reports of a creature like Bigfoot have been reported all over the world, including, Malaysia, China, Russia, Australia and South America to name a few.

Individuals who claim to have seen Bigfoot often give very similar descriptions, a 7 to 9 foot tall, ape or human like bipedal creature with broad shoulders, no visible neck, and pointed head similar to the crest of a male gorilla. Reports also sometimes note large eyes, a pronounced brow, and a large, low set forehead. A pungent odor, similar to feces, sewage or strong body odor, is also associated with most Bigfoot sightings.

The Doll

I was fifteen when it happened. My sister was five. It started on her fifth birthday, when she received one of those dolls that’s supposed to look like the owner. It was a standard doll, the same height as my sister, red hair, freckles; it even came with an outfit matching its own for my sister. The only out of the ordinary part were its eyes. My sister had very strange eyes, blue with flecks of brown near the pupil. I used to tease her they looked like toilet bowls with poop floating in them. I’d never seen another person with eyes like this, but the dolls matched them perfectly. I don’t recall who gave her the doll, but I thought whoever it was had taken the time to repaint the eyes as a special touch.

After she opened gifts, my sister and her friends began running around, dressing up, the usual little kid stuff. I, not wanting to get stuck babysitting, snuck off to my room and shut the door. I was immersed in a scary story I was reading, when I heard the door creek open. Naturally, and considering what I was reading, I flipped my shit and turned around as fast as I could. Sitting nudged between the mostly shut door and the frame was my sister’s doll. Had there not been a gang of little kids in my house, I might’ve gotten a bit scared, but I was sure one (or all) of them had placed it there as a prank. I brought the doll back downstairs and that was the last I heard of it for a few months, save for my sisters stories and packing it around with her constantly.

Two months later, things got weird. My sister ran downstairs one day screaming that her doll was being mean to her. Knowing it was just her imagination, but no wanting to upset her, I firmly reprimanded the doll in front of her, then put it on the top shelf of my sister’s closet. She seemed satisfied that justice had been served, and I was a bit glad not to see that thing around anymore. It was a bit creepy how much it looked like my sister. I thought of the times I’d seen her asleep with it, and wondered if I could even tell the difference in the dark. But that was beside the point, because without my or my parent’s help the doll would be trapped in the closet, and I certainly wouldn’t be taking it down.

Later that night, I heard my sister screaming. I ran into the room to see the doll at the foot of her bed. It wasn’t even leaning on something, just standing there, staring at her. I grabbed the doll and bolted down the stairs. My parents came out to see me going down and asked what was going on, but I didn’t stop to explain. I stuffed the doll in our trashcan, the blue and brown eyes stared up at you, almost in an angry way. When I went back inside my sister was back asleep, having been calmed down by my parents, and I was glad to be done with the ordeal. Or so I thought.

The next morning as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I saw my sister at my door. I blinked at my blurry morning sight, and when I opened my eyes again she was gone. I walked to her room only to see her sound asleep. Odd, I thought. It must have been a trick of the eye. But later that night it happened again. I was awoken by footsteps and saw what I thought was my sister standing just outside my door. I turned to switch the light on, only to see there was no one there. Once again she was fast asleep in her room when I checked. The garbage hadn’t yet been picked up, so I decided to check the bin tomorrow morning. Maybe my dad was playing tricks on me. The next morning, as I suspected, the trash was empty. While we ate breakfast I confronted my dad.

“Dad, did you put Jane’s doll outside my room last night or this morning?” I asked. “What? Don’t be stupid, that doll’s out in the trash where you left it” “No, I checked, it wasn’t there” “Well maybe some kid saw it and wanted it for themselves, how should I know where the damn thing went?” That was the end of the matter. Strange, but I shrugged it off. God I regret that.

That night my sister was scared, so I agreed to stay in her room. All night we heard terrible things. Whispers and laughs I swear were in my sister’s voice, footsteps above and around us, we were petrified. But soon enough the noises stopped and sleep outweighed fear. I dreamed of the doll, sneaking into the room with us. But in my dream, it occurred to me that ripping the dolls head off would stop it. To this day I don’t know where I got that thought, but I wish I hadn’t. I awoke to see the doll lying next to my sister in her bed, but I thought I knew what I needed to do. I grabbed the doll in the dark and held it down; I remember it felt heavier than I remembered. I grabbed hold of the hair, so lifelike, and pulled as hard as I could. I looked into the dolls eyes, I had to pull harder than I thought to get the head off the doll, and it looked as if there were fear in its eyes. Finally there was a sickening rip, and the head popped off. I smiled, only then realizing how tired I was. I laid down, kicking the head and body away so I could sleep.

I woke to the sound of screaming. My mother was hysterical; I saw her run into the room, her faced covered in tears. I looked around me, I was surrounded by blood. It was on the floor and on my hands. My mother continued to shriek as she held the dolls head close to her chest, why was she so upset? I’d saved us! Where was all this blood coming from?

The Hell Fire Caves - West Wycombe, Buckinghamshire

Extended in 1740 after years of dormancy by Sir Francis Dashwood, Hell Fire caves have always been a beacon of scandal and mystery. The caves burrow deep in to the West Wycombe hill, over a quarter of a mile underground. 

(Cemetery standing on West Wycombe Hill)

Sir Francis Dashwood was the founder of the Hellfire Club, whose meetings were held in the central chambers of the caves. The meetings were attended by ‘persons of quality’ from Britain in the 18th century. It is rumoured that Benjamin Franklin also sat in on several of these gatherings during his visits to England. 

(Sir Francis Dashwood)

Nowadays, the caves are open as an attraction for visitors to West Wycombe, and are lit at the entrance by torches. Deeper down in the tunnels it is completely dark, and people are advised to take torches with them, or wear glowsticks around their wrists which can be purchased from the gift shop outside. 

(Map of the Hell Fire caves)

Split in to different chambers, the caves are stone and clay, and the floors are slippery underfoot from the dripping water running down the old walls. Wax models have been placed at various points, down confusing passageways and behind metal bars to give an air of authenticity to the place. 

The Banqueting Hall, as shown on the above map, is available to rent out for dinner parties. The Caves also hold a variety of different events throughout the year, such as the annual Halloween celebration where a group of people can opt to be taken down to the caves in the dead of the night with only a single candle - and no spare matches - to guide the way; if it blows out, you’re left in the dark. 

(Inside the cave tunnels)

Like all good gothic attractions, the Hell Fire caves has its own haunted past. It is believed that, during the 1800’s, a young girl named Suki became attracted to a nice man from the village. Some boys from the local pub noticed her longing for him, so wrote her a letter claiming to be from him, asking her to meet ‘him’ at the Caves later that night. When Suki arrived, the boys were waiting for her; they jumped out and pelted the crying girl with rocks until she died. It is rumoured that her ghost still haunts the Caves. 

To go along with these rumours, the walls of the cave are littered with strange carvings and indents that appear to resemble ghostly faces:

(Faces carved in to the wall inside the Hell Fire Caves)

Many visitors to the caves have walked as far as Paul Whitehead’s Cave, then flatly refused to go any further for no apparent reason. 

As the 2012 Olympics got underway, something kind of unusual happened; during the opening ceremony, several of the major news organizations captured a UFO moving through the skies over the fireworks and other pyro-technic displays.

Many people believe that UFOs visit Earth events; major events, like earthquakes, floods, and yes, even the Olympics. Some UFO believers, like Nick Pope, even predicted a UFO at the Olympics.

In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention. But there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.

The first being that she wasn’t exactly human. she resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.

She had a kitten clenched in between her teeth, her jaws clamped so unnaturally tightly around it to the point where no teeth could be seen, the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.

From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.

But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.

She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.

As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the womans mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…

The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?”

She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.

There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.

As he heard them, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular & letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.

She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

“I…am….God….”

The doctors eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.

The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”.