A crown fit for a king. I dub thee…demented
Perhaps it still does, in the long echoing hallways where you can call out your name and here it repeated. But it may not be your voice that responds. The screams from inmates wanting to dig out their eyes with the feather pens that signed them in there. The chrome examining trays rusting around the holes near the place where the dead lye their heads is not uncommon to speculate a place such as Kings could be haunted. But then after conducting research, there is no doubting it. The intriguing crack in the past of Long Island's heritage is found with quite astonishing notches in New York’s historic straight jacket (If you will). I learned that this abandoned mental bedlam included a swimming pool, a gym, and a bowling alley, which I became very interested in. I like to bowl and I like to swim.
Aside from the patients residing at King’s Park, doctors, nurses and their families moved into this community as well, thus allowing it to grow. By 1892, there were many more buildings, cafeterias and even dairy production. Since the community became so self sufficient and resilient to bad times, it was recognized as an official State Hospital for the mentally ill. However, in the next few years the congestion of patients versus the hospital staff grew unbearable and alarming. The public overcrowding, waste and other poor conditions caused the State to overtake Kings Park.
He claimed his eyes hurt him so bad, the nurses blindfolded him for many days. He ended up digging them out with his thumbs. He couldn’t stand the repitition of reading the same thing over and over and over. It is rumored that torturous endeavors began towards Kings end when the Center held over 16,000 patients. Some of them were used in experiments even though somatic patients had the medicine necessary to treat their illness. It was reported one patient was given high doses of water treatment because he allegedly observed his mother in the hallway during lunchtime. His mother who in fact had been buried in the cemetery nearby for years was telling him to “ STRIKE” Building #7, which contained endless hallways, hauntingly empty classrooms, and most chillingly, the morgue, is haunted by the manifestations of the patients who lived there. If one were to stand outside and look upon the peak of the outbuildings that loom overhead, one would not expect the interiors to be so profound with darkness. Several misguided tours were conducted before the tear down of the Center. One of which, a man found the morgue and several contraptions he even drew pictures of, but were never found again. He also found a freezer tray lying in a hallway with belts tied to either end. I found this quite alarming, why would restraints be necessary on an autopsy tray? The swimming pool, which was a popular place for patients, was rumored to be massive, and was last seen with dirty water. At the bottom of the pool were bowling balls. Down the hall and away from the pool was an immaculate bowling alley, last seen by a woman doing a college paper. The immaculate bowling alley came complete with balls, pins, bowling shoes and trophies. Oh yeah, and one other thing. One authentic, genuine and untouched score sheet with the word “ STRIKE” written with jagged scripture. For many years onlookers and bystanders witnessed ghosts and phantom orbs floating across the insides of the long hallways of Kings Psychiatric Center. Laughter on many occasions could be heard from the graveyard adjacent to the Center as it can still be heard today. Although today, Kings Park Psychiatric Center is dissolved, it is now an extension of another facility known as Pilgrim. Pilgrim runs 2 residences in 3 buildings on the former Kings Campus. The rest lies vacant. Or so we hope… I have to go now and close my eyes; they hurt from reading this over and over and over and over… For Extensive Pictures of the Location You MUST VISIT: http://www.opacity.us/site3.htm Eric Enck
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Mental illness is a various condition characterized by an individuals normal cognitive of behavioral functioning. Some people think I’m mentally ill, and they’d be correct in their assessment. I’ve never frequented an insane asylum though. From what I’ve found about another 
Kings Psychiatric Center started off as a tiny farming hamlet on the north shore of Long Island, known as Indian Head. In 1869, Episcopal Priest William Muhlenburg, who had founded St. Luke’s hospital in New York City to help the underprivileged and handicapped purchased the land and built the hospital for the mentally ill in a rural setting. St. Johnland, as he called it, was a self-sufficient community complete with churches and homes for the disabled, elderly and orphaned boys. In 1872, officials in Brooklyn purchased 870 acres adjoining Muhlenburg’s community and the Kings Country Farm was established in 1885 to care for the poor and mentally ill. This was also built in a rural setting for the benefit of the patients; so consequently, more buildings were constructed along the railroad exiting the town. It’s name “ Kings Park” was born, since all of it belonged to Kings Psychiatric Center. 
Around the turn of the Century and the turn of more screws to the doors of padded rooms it became apparent there were more patients than the rest of the people in the town. In fact, Kings Park employed 90% of the residents who lived in the neighboring town. Due to increasing popular medicines, the need for a massive complex was no longer warranted. When Kings Park finally closed it’s doors in 1966, the remainder of patients were shipped to Pilgrim Psychiatric Center in Brentwood, but not before letting the town learn that a few of the patients killed themselves. One in particular bit his own wrists until he died from blood loss. Another was forced to read the same book over and over and over again out loud until he actually begged for his eyes to be torn out. He did try this with a pencil. 