The halls were full of deep despair
As I walked passed empty rooms.
It was clear that people suffered,
You could feel their presence loom.
The air was sick, and smelled of mold,
As it made my stomach weak.
I had the urge to stop and rest…..
But I buckled at my knees.
Slowly I walked down the hall..
I pause at an opened door,
I saw a dark figure looming;
And then it moved across the floor.
My hair was raised upon my neck,
As I felt an evil burn,
For three long scrapes across my back,
An entity had been confirmed.
-Antony King
(An excerpt from my lockdown experience at Waverly Hills Sanatorium Oct.2012)
The Waverly Hills Sanatorium Louisville Ky.
