I visited one today, the Channel Island Asylum in Bay City.
|The Welcoming Entrance|
Passing the reception area, one walks down a long corridor, lined with rooms where the nonviolent patients are housed. I thought that if one were not already depressed on admission to this facility, a short stay would ensure the condition.
|Just Another Nut in the Booby Hatch|
At the end of the corridor, a non-obvious and narrow stair leads to the second floor. This is the violent ward, and the cells are padded. Inside one, I could see a nurse preparing to give a raving, straitjacketed patient an injection. At one end of this floor is an operating theatre, with a very unfortunate patient on a gurney. At the other end is a rickety stair leading to the attic.
The true horrors of the asylum are found here in the attic. A dead body, still oozing blood from a huge knife wound in the back, sprawls on the rough wood planking. A couple of other bodies are hung up, wrapped in plastic bags. (And just how often IS pork on the asylum menu? I wondered queasily.) In one corner is a Thing In A Crate, and you can take a copy of him home as a souvenir of your visit.
|I Didn't Do It!|
|He's So Cute! Er...I think.|