I went exploring today. I travelled to Cullman, Alabama to find the ghost of Homer who lives at the abadoned Woodland Hospital. We found the hospital easily and spent an hour or so wandering the grounds and photographing the hospital. We saw no signs of Homer outside of the hospital, but it would have been hard to see anything malevolent on such a beautiful spring day. After much exploring, we found an open door and asked a construction worker if we could come in and look around. The workers have been renovating some parts of the hospital in hopes that they can find new tenants for the building. The worker let us in and we were able to wander the quiet, empy shell of a hospital for some time. We saw no evidence of any other workers and the quiet was beyond unnerving. Finally, the foreman came stomping down the hall and told us we had to leave immediately. He seemed quiet angry and he escourted us out with a frown and a wag of his finger.
Although I saw no sign of Homer at the hospital, as I reviewed the pictures I stopped when I saw a picture of myself taking the picture reflected in the glass. What sent chills down my spine was that there was someone standing behind me in the picture and I had been very alone when I took it. The picture is at the bottom of the page.