asylum

Last week.

Unidentified (as per Urbex rules) former psychiatric hospital somewhere in Ireland.

Donal Moloney writes:

In 2006 the Irish Government signed up to a policy which would close and sell off it’s portfolio of Psychiatric Hospitals. Among these are some magnificent 19th Century properties which had provided shelter to the homeless, the addicts, the mentally ill, the misfits and the simply unwanted for over 150 years….

Donal Moloney

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11 thoughts on “Seeking Asylum

  1. scottser

    there’s some creepy energy around those places, especiallyaround grangegorman and the magdelene laundry in drumcondra. good to see them redeveloped.

    1. H

      It’s not just the old asylums that are scary, anyone who grew up in Templeogue will remember how creepy Templeogue House (aka Paro) was before it’s makeover.

  2. rory

    Interesting video. Thanks very much. Would like to see more footage.
    With regard the spooky music and frantic camera movement: Perhaps framing the building as a haunted house, a style synonymous with a kind of B-movie ‘unreality’, kind of obscures the reality of the place and it’s history.
    Would be interested to see the insides of the cells as well, even if lit by flashlight.

  3. Clampers Outside!

    Makes me want to go exploring, like when I was a kid….

    This one time, we had this old house, one of many around at the time, not too far away from the family home in Galway. the old house was in the grounds of Leisureland, and was knocked some years ago.

    Anyway, we had a mate, who didn’t like to wash too often… so, one Christmas eve about five of us ranging in age from 12 to 14 managed to pull an old cast iron bath out of the first story of the building and pushed it down the stairs and out the front door.
    We then carried it about a kilometer up the road, in dusk, just dark enough not to be too conspicuous – five lads and a massive iron bath, inconspicuous? Pfft! …standing around whistling when a car passed, hoping no one would spot the Moby Dick sized bath in our presence :)

    Anyway, we reached our mates house, and quietly, across the crunching snow we brought the big old bath onto his Mammy’s front lawn. In it we left a note that said….

    “Happy Christmas X, now you can take your annual bath!”

    His Mum wasn’t too happy to wake up to that on Christmas morning, neither was he :)
    Oh how we laughed, and over the years each of my friends died, and there’s only me left*.
    THE END

    ( * I made up the last bit… for an IT effect, Mr King stylee… or something…. )

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