The Central Maine Sanatorium, originally The Chase Memorial Sanatorium, opened in 1910 as a hospital to treat tuberculosis patients. As the rate of tuberculosis cases rose, so did the need for treatment. Extending the intimate hospital setting, construction of wooden buildings took place in 1912 but were unfortunately lost in a fire one year later. … Continue reading Central Maine Sanitorium
A mysterious being lurks among the woods surrounding Crescent Lake. Camp Kestrel Youth, a boy’s wilderness survival camp, begins noticing strange occurrences around the grounds. Jaxon, a first-year camper, learns Camp Kestrel Youth traditions alongside his two new friends Finley and Harrison.
Old Narrow Gauge Trail in the Randolph Forest. Witnesses claim to have heard voices calling out to them, even screaming at them. With small sightings of orbs, flashes, and dark shadows, this walking trail was a must stop on my travels through Maine. Locals state "Bicycle Larry" was killed and buried by the brook alongside … Continue reading Old Narrow Gauge Trail
The Bowdoin Cemetery in the Pit. A young woman in the 1800s allegedly practiced witchcraft and was sentenced to death by hanging from the townspeople in the Bowdoin area. This cemetery is unmarked and easily passed alongside the back Maine road it resides upon. Buried around a circle of trees it seemed even nature itself … Continue reading The Bowdoin Cemetery
The North Manchester Meeting House. Built in 1793 this church still serves the small town of Manchester, ME. However, the building itself brings less attention than the cemetery surrounded by old stone walls. Within one of these stones, imprints what's known as The Devil's Footprint. Further investigating its origin, locals claim during the construction of … Continue reading The North Manchester Meeting House
An abused foster child is admitted to a behavioral health center…again. Stonewalled by the boy’s silence after a hellish admittance night, the psychologist assigned to his case places him on a strict watch. Unwilling to vocalize his pain, the boy begins to lash out with fits of violence and self-harm. Instead of being placed in another abusive home, he’d rather extend his stay on the children’s psych unit. Follow a morning in his piss stained hospital gown. The forgotten youth are just as broken as the system itself.