July 26, 2014
Nearby my house, close enough that I get run through here on my morning burn, is what is left of the Developmental Center, a semi-retired mental health care center. Riddled with old oak trees and tucked into the wrinkles in the hills, dusk comes quickly here. The buildings are all slowly eroding as the staff and patients leave and no one replaces them, the program being aged out by the state. Fading remnants of the hope and color that once swept through the place, comforting and cheering up the patients, can be found throughout.
So can a soccer dad and entourage, looking for a suitably haunted locale for a music video. I didn't have any ghost stories for the hunters, just honesty and the reality of a slow retirement for the facility.