3,287 Comments for Danvers State Hospital

June 1979? I was working as a paramedic/firefighter in Charleston West Virginia. Disco, polyester, big hair, and ugly cars were all the rage.

Both my mom and dad worked here, my dad longer then my mom. He worked there something like 30 years before he retired and then we had moved to Northern Maine. When I was a teen I remember my dad taking me back down to Mass and we would always stop at Danvers State and dad would catch up with a few of the guys he worked with, that were still there.

its a funny, my mom and dad both worked at the dsh and growing up i was there alot. anyway i moved to maine , and when id come down to visit them in peabody, id be on 95 and when i'd see the old water tower i'd call them on my cell phone and say i'm home mom and dad, I can see the tower.

i saw that chair but it as in long hallway just sitting in the middle it was pitch black. shinned the light down there and that was the only thing in the hallways directly in the middle it was scary lol

i half way went in this room.. Went into that hospital with bout 10 people back in July 2003 that place was insane in there.. floors missing water everyplace electric chair haha... I love to do research on that place.. cant find nothing interesting though.

Why is it, danvers state didn't look scary when my folks worked there and I was there alot as a kid? now when I see pictures on line I get a eerie feeling.

don't you think they could have made a real nice hosp there, say like a mass general, plenty of parking, life flight landing, easy to get to, its on the major highway, boston is so confusing for some people like me. oh well, its done.

my mother and father worked there for years, i remember hearing about the ward j2 alot.

does anyone remember going to the green barrel on our lunch break from danvers state hosp ? I do.

when i was hired at the detox at the bottom of the hill, i had to get a tb x-ray there, it was required before working.

I don't know if anyone has made this observation, but t's almost as if there is blood flowing from the building... What horrors lie within, we will never know.

I usually hate tagging and graffiti in places like this, but I love the sequence of angels sadly going up the stairs, it's quite poignant in a place like this.

I'd imagine that if I were ever committed (which I SHOULD have been in my teens and early 20s, but because I wasn't "openly" suicidal, my mom couldn't commit me, even when I was under 18 and she was still my legal guardian), my walls would be covered like this, with clippings and my own artwork...though my bedroom walls do kind of resemble that already.

It's the Coppertone Room!

*snickers* bonner *cracks up*