My friend Thomas and I went on a drive to Sweden from Copenhagen, Denmark to shoot photos of a car junk yard but on the way we stopped at an abandon hospital. The hospital had been there since the beginning of the 19. century and was closed around 1999 and had been left alone for the past ten years.
We parked the car outside the abandon hospital and packed our photo equipment trying to avoid getting wet from the heavy rain falling from the very grey sky above us. There was a weird feeling passing through me, like an old Hitchcock movie, the rain, nobody around but us and an old hospital with broken windows and bare walls. We didn't even know if we were allowed inside which made it more spooky.
A door we had run to, trying to avoid getting more soaked from the rain, opened with a screeching sound when we pushed it. Now we were standing inside a corridor thinking that the rain wasn't that bad after all but we shook the first impressing of fear off and walked on.
First we saw a kitchen which didn't look that abandon with some plates and cooking equipment left behind but the only noise we heard was the rain outside and nothing else. We shot some photos of it all and walked on in the very empty old hospital.
It was weird to think that once nurses, doctors, people pushing patients in beds, sick people trying to recover maybe even dead people, were walking pass these halls, in a flash before my eyes I could see it all and that made me shiver. We shot more photos and slowly got used to the weird, uncomfortable and spooky old hospital we were walking around in.
In most of the halls the paint was peeling of the walls but surprisingly little graffiti anywhere. In some rooms the curtains, that with out any effect, once were trying to make some privacy for the sick were still hanging motionless. The light from the window made a scary shadow.
Thomas was yelling from another room while I was walking around alone in the other end of the hall in silence.
I jumped a bit and walked towards him. He had found a washing bed in good condition and right next to the bed was a toilet with hoses sticking out. I wondered which of the sick patients needed this kind of washing room but tried to avoid too many thoughts about the subject.
The lockers from the nurses and doctors working in the hospital were still standing in another room with paint hanging from the ceiling and scattered on the floor.
We went all the way to the top of the 4 story building. In one section the only light coming in was from a small window, another frightening feeling came over me. There are something about dust, the old smell of wood and being in a very dark room.
More rooms were found with old drug drawers but the painkillers and other pills were long hopefully used for
the right purpose.
In the bottom of the building we found the reception and had had enough of the abandon place. The rain was still falling when we got back to the car and left the abandon hospital alone in rain and silence.
