I’m glad to be with you, Tolkien fandom. Here at the end of all things
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The basement under the wards of Worcester State Hospital, an 1870s asylum in Massachusetts, was about the creepiest place I’ve ever poked my flashlight into. Pitch-black, with heavy boards covering all the windows, the first thing one would see when shining a torch into the building after sliding down a collapsed staircase was a mummified dog. There were strange, experimental hydrotherapy devices and a scale in a climate-controlled room to weigh patients while doctors performed obscure procedures on them. But imagine my surprise when, in 2006, I rounded a bend to a stairwell and found these mannequin legs standing upright against the rusticated stone wall. I nearly leapt out of my boots. Every trip in there was accompanied by a strange feeling of dread, until the wards were torn down entirely in 2008.
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this isnt even that funny really but i laughed
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