The Death Tunnel

I hear screaming and pounding at night. This place gives me the creeps and I question why I'm here. The cry and moaning of patients here is just horrible and I know that the reason why they're in here is because society thought that that they could not live side by side next to us. For me to be here is like a decision I think I should never have done. But from what I could see from electroshock therapy, X-Rays and other painful and terrible treatment that it looks like that this is the end of the line for many people. No one can imagine a place like this, what kind of a place is this exactly? Only one word can describe this place, home. But honestly who can call a sanitarium home?

Living in a sanitarium is horrible and bone chilling. Death is either in the air or everywhere. Gravestones litter the cemetery as thousands upon thousands were buried there and soon I knew that I was going to die from either going insane or disease. My cell that I was locked up in was cold, dark and it felt like that life for me shall never be the same. Sanitariums are living nightmares as I walk the hallways towards the cafeteria to eat lunch I see 4-9 year olds living in these cage/crib type of things when really they should be able to be able to walk by themselves by now. Another thing I noticed was there were only 2 people taking care of children and I counted 50 Children being taken care of by 2 people! To me this was a true thing that should not be but I remembered that society thought that these people could not live side by side with them. After lunch I went back up to my room on my way up I hear nothing but the sounds of coughing from people suffering tuberculosis, people talking to each other and the sound of the occasional hearse leaving. I looked out towards the sign near the main entrance. The sign said Waverly Hills Sanitarium but honestly I would've changed the name to "Die anyway you could".

Isolation is one of the many things you shall experience here but if the disease is not gonna kill you then the doctors will. Treatment was terrible from electroshock therapy to baths in cold water to calm the mental down. I'm 60 years old now and I knew that my Tuberculosis shall catch up to me and so as my final years slipped by
I looked back upon my life and thought to myself my time is up what shall happen to me I don't know.



The next day on April 1st 1914 he died. He was body was put inside a coffin and then next his coffin was put on top of a cart and rolled down the 400 feet of concrete that was the death tunnel the last stop for many helpless souls that realized that disease took everything from them.