It’s 12.04am and me and Jade have had a few wines together on our patio. It started off a You Tube funny night – a few laughs and then we get talking with me starting down Memory Lane like you do when the wine kicks in.
Not a lot of people knew that before I came to Oz I did a short stint in security, 3 months or there about. I was telling her about this old hospital I was patrolling, CANE HILL, a mental asylum which had closed for demolition.
I was telling Jade how scary it was and how afraid my patrol dog used to get patrolling the ruins, although some parts were very much left as it was – bedrooms and living rooms were still full of photos, letters and what not. Very, very scary indeed. I was ordered to do a patrol twice a shift whether I liked or not.
The hospital was due at some point to be demolished but, until that date was set, it had to be guarded as people would break in and set fires or smash windows. It was as scary…. No scarier!!!!… than any horror movie I’d ever seen, with padded rooms, wheelchairs in corridors, paint peeling off walls and in some places the floor was giving way. Reminded me of scenes from Resident Evil, you know, that computer game?
The hospital opened in about 1883 and in those days they locked people up, people with mental issues who were experimented on (or treated as they called it.) It was closed in the early ‘90s – ‘91 I think – and set for demolition in 2008. I was there in 2003 – my God, I hated it! But jobs paid the bills, so I tried to man up!!
My dog Candy was a small German Shepherd.. a bitch, but she was hard as nails and quick to snap, as I found out one night in Kings Road, London when a man approached me one night asking me for sexual favours (mad place London, ey!) Candy was not easily afraid!! On the contrary, she was a great dog; with her, I felt like I could take on the world should I need to.
The story I was telling Jade happened in Cane Hill one night just before dark while I was patrolling the creepy wards. I used to walk along checking each room and, as I went, I’d send the dog into every room: “Good girl! Find it! Who’s there? Find it!” I’d command her in an encouraging voice that got dogs working. I was not going in any of those rooms on my own, hahaha. I’m not totally mad!
This was one of the scariest places in the UK – in fact, probably in the world Believe me. I tried to send the dog in a few rooms in there and some she would just refuse – ears down, tail between her legs, not budging at all and I never pushed her; I wouldn’t dare. She could be very stubborn if she something was there she felt uneasy about
One time I was working my way down a corridor when I saw a figure lurking in the shadows. I stopped and backtracked a bit (in shock) and sheepishly asked: “Are you real!!!” I was shitting my pants!
To my relief he said: “Yeah, mate. Sorry, just pinching this copper cable.”
I said “Well, I haven’t seen you, alright?” Just glad he was real and not an old patient. I said: “I’ll be coming back in ten minutes – please don’t be here then, and I’ll pretend I never saw you, ok?”
He agreed and I continued my patrol, actually relieved to have met a burglar! Truth is, I’d never been that scared until I was locked-in after my stroke.
I have done some jobs but that was the most unbelievably chilling for sure – and all I got for it was £7.50 an hour!
Check it this video (but make sure you’re not on your own!) and see why I felt so unnerved!