Easter Monday at the HRC
Easter Monday dawned sunny and warm as Copy-6 and I ventured to the old Huronia Regional Centre in Orillia. Built in the late 1800's as an institution for the "mentally insane", it was closed in the early 2000's and its many residents were relocated within the community.
Rear view of our goal: a classroom/residential building.
Point-of-Entry was an open window leading to the steam tunnels.
(no I'm not gonna tell you where it was.)
Through the steam tunnels to this conveniently placed step-down chair.
Finding empty suitcases in these places always makes me sad, because you know the owner checked in but never checked out.
The usual institutional debris and destruction.
Night shift records.
Poor Isobel just didn't want to go to sleep that night. Probably because of the nightmares.
Figures after we crawled our asses through the steam tunnels we found this unlocked, cracked-open outside door.
The residential rooms were all painted in bright colours, some with borders and wallpaper. Each had a window, radiator, and closet. There were huge areas with cubicle-like places in the middle of the building, I assume those were the classroom areas.
Down the dark, creepy, mold-covered and paint-peeling corridors.
There is no worse smell than "abandoned lavatory."
Eww.
We would have ventured farther into the tunnels that connect all the buildings in this vast complex but when we opened the door to that corridor we noticed what looked like an alarm sensor. Rather than risk getting escorted out by security we decided to GTFO on our own.


