In the 1880s, the old Bloomingdale Lunatic Asylum was moved to a new campus in White Plains and became known as the Payne Whitney Psychiatric Clinic. While the main building is still used as a functioning asylum, some of the original buildings have been abandoned and have subsequently fallen into disrepair. One such building was simply named “House 10″. I’m still not sure about the fate of the old house, but it’s safe to say its insides had not been penetrated for quite some time.
First floor parlor
Peeling lead paint hung delicately from every wall and door frame. It was if the house was melting.
Some rooms downstairs had seen better days
Electro Convulsive Therapy Machine
Despite the time lapse, it looked like some rooms hadn’t changed at all. Note the toilet paper still on its roll decades after the building’s doors had been shuttered
Gravity always wins
More ECT machinery. This was used to shock or “reset” patients, a method that is still used today
For that deep down body thirst
Old medical records were strewn everywhere
Time for a shave
Leady or not
The room angles on the second floor were pretty neat
Keeping with the spirit of all explorations, you try to leave a place exactly as you found it. This was difficult in some of the tighter squeezes.
Mantle piece detail
Cement walls didn’t fare so well
Up to date standards of living
Passage to nowhere
Anyone remember these plugs?
The third floor was the one place I got a weird feeling. You got the sense there was something up there that wanted to be left alone. It had the most light, but you still felt a sad and unwanted feeling up there.
Stay out of my room
.. with buckets to match
You can always tell the old handmade glass
The strongest feelings of loneliness were felt here, room 14
Back down to the first