It's Magic

7) Sanatorium Of Death

San Haven Sanatorium, North Dakota

3rd Person P.O.V- Another state later and the GA Crew are finally in North Dakota, for their latest investigation.

Jay- (Frowns Deeply) Something about the location was bothering me, but I just couldn't place what.

Six Hours Prior

Billy- It takes us two hours to set up all our equipment and cameras, then we begin filming all the interviews which takes an additional four hours.

Zak- Standing between our two rented black suv's, I notice a man walking towards us.

Aaron- Pressing record on my camera, I point it in the direction of the stranger.

Carson- Hesitantly walking up to the group of men. (Smiles) "I hear you're looking for a tour guide."

Zak- Gesturing towards the ominous building. "You, know about this place?"

Carson- (Nods) "I do." Pausing briefly. "More than most."

Zak- Narrowing my eyes as I look the other male up and down. "How much is this, more than most? After talking with the current owner and getting very limited detailed information, what more can you tell us?"

Carson- (Hums Thoughtfully) "Well, for starters my name is Carson Belgarde and I started as an orderly in 1983 and worked at the sanatorium until it closed its doors four years later." Gesturing towards the ominous building myself. "After you."

Zak- The current owner had already unlocked the main doors and allowed us entry as we've already long since set up. (Mutters Ecstatically) "We've hit the jackpot!" This man did indeed know all the juicy details and I practically skip into the building, buzzing in anticipation nearly high off the oppressive energy.

Billy- You could feel the heavy tension in the air as soon as you crossed the threshold, it sent a sharp chill up the spine as the oppressive energy seeped heavily up from the ground and clung to the buildings surface.

Aaron- Panning my camera between Zak and our first interviewee, we practically hang unto every word.

Zak- We slowly walk down the first floor corridor. "So what can you tell us about this hospital?"

Carson- Taking a deep breath as I slowly let it out, thinking about everything I know. "It opened in 1912 and housed patients with tuberculosis. This building was constructed on Chippewa land and if you look at the original blueprints it looks like an inverted pentagram." After giving them a lengthy tour from the basement all the way up to the third floor. "Since its closing in 1987, the sanatorium has been the site of satanic rituals. Some claim to have been scratched by the spirits and feel their presence on the property. In 2001 a 17-year-old boy fell 40 feet down the elevator shaft to his death, since then there has been round the clock security to keep patrons out as the owners don't want another accidental death on their hands."

Zak- Finishing up our tour on the third floor as we over look the surrounding forest from a room that's partially caved in and the floor has already began to giveaway. "Other than your own personal experiences, you do know of others that have had experiences as well here?"

Carson- Standing at the ledge of the crumbling wall as I turn my attention back to the investigators. (Hums Softly) "Of course, I know many people who have had experiences with the dead here and I've had plenty of experiences myself to be a rather firm believer."