For many years, before antipsychotics were invented, lobotomies were "state of the art" procedures. Few people tried to hide what they were doing, just like we don't currently hide it when we do something as drastic as radiation or chemotherapy on people with cancer, because it was the state of the art/best practice at the time. Back then we thought it worked, we were trying to help, not hurt, people, and there were few other options available. I say "we" even though I wasn't around back then. Block glass windows were a way of letting in some light without using bars - much of this was pre-Plexiglas. It was usually an attempt to make the places have some more natural lighting, not a way to hide secret tortures and forbidden procedures.
If I am thusly equipped it's going to come as a huge shock to my husband. =8-o
Sorry, I currently work in an institution with many buildings that have been shut down because the place is so old (our centennial is coming here in a few years), and it doesn't bother me a bit to be there at any hour. Old buildings, new buildings, 3:00 a.m. or noon - a building is just a building. The building I currently have an office in has the morgue in the basement and a number of individuals have died on the building over the years. However, several times a month I work late and there is no one else on the building. I haven't done anything to cause anyone who is dead (or living) to target me in the afterlife or in the here and now.
I am, however, afraid of townspeople. They are weird as hell. All you people who don't work in institutional facilities are weird to me. I have a lot more fear of "normal" people than I do of anyone I have ever worked with in all these years, even the most violent folks. With clients I at least know what I'm getting into. With all the townies, they can go ballistic and you never have a clue. Lots more crime on the streets than where I work, that's for sure. Doesn't take much in the way of guts to work where I do. What takes guts is working on the streets.
Oh Mr. "Fist," you big goose! You've just gone and scared us all to pieces with that story - I swear, we are shivering in our boots from fright! We certainly WON'T go down into those tunnels now that you have told us that darned scary story, will we, gang?
Now that you have given your name, publicly acknowledged that you took something from the building, gave out to the public the name of someone who received services at this place and whose family may not be anxious for her to be identified to the world, and noted that you are planning to return there this very weekend, would you say that this increases or decreases your chances of getting caught and charged with something?