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The halls of St. Albans don't just feel old — they feel occupied. Visitors report disembodied screams rising from nowhere, cold hands brushing skin in empty rooms, and shadow figures sliding down staircases where no one stands. Somewhere above, a bathroom in the attic is said to carry the weight of multiple suicides; somewhere below, red eyes watch from the dark of the bowling alley. Stand in Rebecca's room long enough and the baby dolls left by strangers start to feel less like gifts and more like warnings.

Opened in 1892 as the St. Albans Lutheran Boys School — already infamous for its punishing discipline — the building sat vacant after closing in 1911, until Dr. J.C. King converted it into a psychiatric hospital in 1916. By 1945, the records show a staff-to-patient ratio of 48 to 6,509. Electroshock, hydrotherapy, and worse. The sanatorium finally closed in the early 2000s, bought by a former patient. On paper, a troubled institution. In practice, apparently, a very full one.