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brick Staten Island hospital building with dark windows and vines crawling up the outer walls. Bruce began to tell me about his investigations there. “That’s Seaview Hospital. It’s been abandoned for years. We were through it twice. The first time, our medium saw two kids in medical gowns, a man in white, and a woman who said that she was just passing through.”
“On our next trip, we brought a different medium. This one also saw the children in hospital gowns and the man in the white uniform, but this one added, 'The kids are pulling me toward
their safe room. They say that the man can’t abuse them there.’
Bruce continued, “That’s when a rock whizzed-by our heads thrown from inside the ward, which was pitch black. We knew that no one was on the premises but us, but we went on with the investigation anyway, going from room to room with pebbles, rocks, and bits of concrete being thrown toward us from the darkness, the whole time.”
“The higher we climbed, the bigger they got. By the time we finished on the third floor we were ready to get the hell out and headed toward the stairs. As we started down, I saw the cinder block that I’d seen on the way up. Then, the second our last
hit the bottom step there was a huge crash."
"Everybody whirled around and shined their flashlight toward the spot where it had landed. There, near the stairwell, was the same cinder block, wobbling back and forth, back and forth."
“With that we all bolted with me saying, 'An entity that’s capable of pushing a cinder block is capable of doing physical harm. We need to get out of here now.'
“Any plans to go back?” I asked.
“It’ll be a while,” Bruce answered ruefully.
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