Finally we go up to the fourth floor, and the perceptions just got louder. The fourth floor was for the worst medical cases (put high up, out of sight) and the asylum, and it was pretty active. I couldn’t really sense a single spirit, but there were definitely many there. It’s then that I spot a chair in the corner, now apparently it’s not part of the original furniture, but the current owner tries to buy appropriate furniture for the time/place to furnish the seminary. It’s a chair, metal arms, and moveable metal plates to support the head…or rather restrain it. It’s not /the/ chair, or the /right/ chair, but it’s close enough to trigger, as soon as I see it, I’m perceiving the woman restrained in the chair. The impact wasn’t a hammer, it was whatever was used to perform her lobotomy. According to the owner they don’t have any specific record that matches that, but considering the history of abuse/malpractice it is totally plausible.
The other side of the fourth floor has a different feeling, same sad anger, but less spirits, but clearer spirits. Specifically a doctor who felt like a fucking movie villain evil doctor. He was centered on one specific room. The room had a marble slab on the floor, and an old medical table/chair with stirrups. This chair was also not original, the original was gone when the current owner bought the place, but according to local police there was originally such a chair/table there. It was designed with arm restraints with the arms stretched out wide, and the legs restrained open at 45 degrees…yeah…cheerful. What was original in the room, was the marble slab, the tour guide explained the slab was under the original chair, and one of my friends mutters in a slightly tranced voice “because it’s easier to clean blood off than the wood.” You can imagine the warm happy feelings we were getting from the chair…ugh. I had a sense that he was somehow projecting into, or controlling other spirits, specifically the murderer and custodian, I don’t know how/why, if it was something that started in life, if it was conscious, or what, but it seemed like he tended to stay in that room, but projected out as the shadow figure who was also the murderer and custodian.
After the tour we went outside for a bit to regroup and then decide how to split up. My group went up to the third floor, and encountered some children. They were scared, not of us, but “him,” the custodian shadow figure. One of our group tried talking with the kids, reassuring them that they were safe. They were in the room with the kids, someone stood in the doorway, and I stood in the hall, at the junction of a T-intersection. I couldn’t pick up on the kids responding, but from what I could hear of my friend talking it sounded like the kids were starting to open up. Then one of our group members got really freaked out, and as I scanned the hallway, suddenly it got dark, it looked physically darker, and approaching us. In front was the shadow custodian, looming eight feet tall. As it got closer you could hear my friend asking the children what is wrong, and then steps out to see it. As the kids started to open up, the custodian came to stop it, observing him and the kids I got sudden flashes of sexual abuse. My friend stood up to the figure, as he approached the figure shrank to a more normal height, he couldn’t maintain that illusion when being confronted. My friend had words with him, and when he took a step closer the shadow figure split into two that ran in opposite directions. This was something I thought I saw the murderer from downstairs do, which lends to the weird thing of the spirits blurring into one. The kids were gone now though.
