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Abandoned Forest Haven

Abandoned Forest Haven Asylum

Abandoned Forest Haven

Abandoned Forest Haven

Another angle of our tree climbing experience.

Trevor put his car in park at the Moose Bar while I checked out the map for entry at the abandoned Forest Haven Asylum grounds.  Follow the fenceline to the abandoned shell and continue on through the woods right to the facilities. It seemed easy enough.  After walking a few hundred yards, leaves rustling beneath our feet, the amount of litter showed the number of explorers before us who visited the complex.  Paper respiratory masks scattered in the treeline, an old, worn out mattress propped up next to stale empty beer cans and random articles of clothing dangled from branches, as we made a run towards the building.

Abandoned Forest Haven

Anyone want a free Pepsi?

Everything about this facility screamed terror and destruction.  Old desks, hospital beds, and chairs, lay in the overgrown grass in a number of pieces. Windows completely shattered with small fragments of glass crackling beneath our feet as we wandered from room to room.  This area, a safe haven for graffiti artists and vandals, made the grounds even more spooky.  The walls chanted, “Lost Souls”, “DIE”, “LEAVE NOW” and “She bled out of every hole” just named a few of the many words sprayed across the decaying walls.  Some rooms completely destroyed and left in rubble while others appeared to decay much slower like the souls of the dead lashed out to free themselves of this horrid land, but remained imprisoned to the grounds that abused, tortured and killed them. 

Abandoned Forest Haven

Trevor sitting out on the edge of the roof of an Abandoned Forest Haven building.

Dentist chairs locked to the floors confined the apparitions to these very walls while the instruments rusted within close reach on the dilapidated desks.  Most rooms displayed chaos.  Every wall falling into the barely standing floor beneath it. Ceilings hanging from their last threads, water damaged books, suitcases and patient files left on the dusty, disheveled floors, like everyone just vanished one day and these buildings became a ghost town over night.

Abandoned Forest Haven

Looks like a nice comfy bed. Someone’s representing the international squatter symbol there on the left.

Out of all the buildings the church remained intact the most except for a few shattered windows above the alter.  We stood there taking funny pictures next to the Jesus statue.  The light illuminated through the colored glass above while rays cast through the holes of broken glass shining on the dusty floor below.  All the rows remained as if ready for next Sunday’s Bible verse.  We moseyed off to the next building.

Abandoned Forest Haven

What lies ahead through the doors?

A few rooms stood out more than the others.  Random furniture propped up against the walls.  These couches, and recliners, seemed out of place. Like people turned it into a squat at some point in time, but other than boots, no real signs indicated this other than the out-of-place furniture.

Abandoned Forest Haven

The Abandoned Forest Haven Church. Probably the cleanest building left on the lot with the least amount of decay.

We continued on through the stairwells.  Afraid of falling through the floors with each step up the sloped rubble and debris.  The top floor doors, locked, with both windows shattered.  We grabbed onto the frame and flung our bodies through the small openings feet first.  The same stigma existed in each and every room, but we noticed another floor above us. One that required some climbing to get to it.  We jumped up on a rusty tank and grabbed onto one of the support I-beams.  Pulling ourselves up we began to walk across each beam very carefully as we crawled and tiptoed across the room being cautious as to not fall through the floor.  Beams of light shot through portions of the roof where obvious decay created holes through the shingles exposing the wood framing to rain damage.

Abandoned Forest Haven

A weird room with some type of chemical drum next to an old chair.

We tried gaining access to the roof without any luck, but spotted a nearby evergreen tree that looked like the perfect 40 foot climb.

Abandoned Forest Haven

Near the rooftop inside one of the old Abandoned Forest Haven buildings.

The tree believe it or not, looked like someone trimmed it recently with a cherry picker.  The thick branches stuck out from the base about six feet or so. They looked like thick quad muscles going all the way up even to the top of the tree.  I jumped up wrapping my arms around a thick branch and part of the trunk and began to meander up the tree like walking through a maze.  Once level with the roof of the building we decided to stop and soak in the view.  The down climb seemed much easier. 

Abandoned Forest Haven

The vines creep up the building on the 3rd story of this abandoned asylum.

After hopping off the last limb and planting our feet on the ground we decided to run back towards the car and call it a day.  I noticed a little boy in a blue sweater out of the corner of my eye yet again, but assumed my imagination fooled me.  My dreams that night focused on Forest Haven and this little boy so maybe at some time that reality existed and he lived on the grounds. Supernatural experiences do happen, I just never believed until this point in my life.

Abandoned Forest Haven

The best graffiti I’ve seen in this whole facility.

Directions to Abandoned Forest Haven Asylum –Address and Location

Abandoned Forest Haven

A decaying table and cabinet next to the dentistry unit.

Scroll down to the end of the article for an aerial of the 13 buildings and the comments have a picture outlining where to park (Moose Bar) and how to get to building 2 through following the fence-line and going through the woods passed the abandoned shell walking further through the woods you’ll see a path that leads to the abandoned Forest Haven Asylum.

Abandoned Forest Haven

The view from 30 to 40 feet up in a tree with Trevor.

Abandoned Maryland

Abandoned Rosewood Center

Abandoned Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland – After getting caught by security we took to the woods and walked through the head high grass towards the Abandoned Rosewood Center in Maryland!  We enjoyed this asylum in Abandoned Maryland a bit more than the Abandoned Forest Haven Asylum.

We drove to Owings Mills, MD to check out the old Abandoned Rosewood Center mental hospital in one of the many urban decays offered in Abandoned Maryland. The buildings sat there decaying since it closed in 2009.  We grabbed minimal gear and tried walking right up through the middle yard, but a security guard stopped us. We acted dumbfounded and asked for directions to the high school football game. We heard drums and other instruments in the background so that popped into Trevor’s mind.

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  Trevor making an attempt at getting into the first building we saw at the Abandoned Rosewood Center. Locked from the inside though!

We trekked down the roadway following the guard’s directions until remaining out of sight.  The woods encroached on the hospital grounds and looked like our perfect way inside.  Peeping through the brush we followed the treeline around towards the back roadway entrance.  Grass stood there head high masking us from the guard’s view.

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  We tried to gain access through the side window without any luck. We spent a half hour fiddling with this!

The decaying hospital sent spooky chills up my spine as we approached closer to the first building. Trevor tried opening a side door, which locked from the inside, made us look for another entry point.  The windows, half shattered, with rusted caged fencing behind them left us sitting there dumbfounded.  We tried prying our way in with no luck until we finally decided to walk around the back of the building.  Leaves rustled beneath our footsteps, vines and thorns grabbed us as we plodded through the overgrown brush. I gently tiptoed up to the back door nearly sliding down the small incline from the wet, rotten wood slipping under my shoes.  Part of the wood covering the door, broken, from earlier explorers, but the door remained locked from the inside.  It seemed our efforts remained futile. Three possible entries all locked down tightly from potential trespassers.

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  The vacant tunnel system connecting buildings of the Abandoned Rosewood Center together through the old piping.  It reminded me much of the eery Abandoned RTA Subway System in Rochester.

I moved around front and long behold…the main entrance, wide open, behind the broken wooded board.  We crept inside, closing the door behind us, and astonished at what our eyes saw, began recording more footage.  Blue paint peeled back off the walls, exposing the brick behind it. Flakes scattered around the floors between the dust and hospital debris.  Old wheelchairs, toilets, tubs, and other equipment sprawled across the floor as if an intruder just ransacked a home.  We peeked around every corner always looking behind us as we began to march through the rustic steel doors.  Each room portrayed its own unique feeling of trauma.  Trauma from the very patients that once resided here restrained to their hospital beds, confined to their small rooms, left here fighting their own dark, confused minds.  Each room we walked through felt like a new nightmare we entered of someone’s past.  Almost as if the buildings possessed by apparitions wanted us to KEEP OUT!

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  We almost gave up hope trying to get into this place. Every entrance appeared to be sealed tight…or was it?

The door creaked to the stairwell as Trevor pulled it open.  It felt darker than normal as we ventured down to the basement.  Crayon paintings covered the glass windows of the next room before we reached the bottom floor.  Graffiti, a toilet and a gym mat decayed on the floor and walls of this room.  We found a tunnel system through the wall that appeared to connect to adjacent buildings.  We peeped in, but decided to hit the roof before venturing into other buildings.

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  When we walked around front looking at the other building across the way…this is when we finally gained access through the FRONT DOOR!

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  And this is Christmas…In a MENTAL ASYLUM…let’s hope it’s a good one hehe.

The top floor decayed more noticeably than the rest of the building.  Trees grew out of the floors and protruded through the slate roof.  Christmas decorations and chairs created a mosaic of green and red colors across the floor and stairwell of the far room.  Graffiti lined the walls of every room.  We continued through a room with vines and plants creeping across the floors and up the walls.  Part of the ceiling caved in and light shimmered through the cracks, crevices and holes where the roof once laid.  We walked through the dingy white door, and at this point the roof gone, making us exposed to the elements.  Trevor proceeded to climb the wooden rafters on the one end of the room and I climbed my way up the door frame trying to shimmy my way over to the I-beam supports with no luck.  I kicked out the wall when I flung down from the wooden rafters making a big thud that felt like I plowed through the floor.

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  A yellow wheelchair left behind inside the Abandoned Rosewood Center. Looks pretty creepy just sitting there.

At this point we explored the building and made our way back to the basement to crouch and crawl through the tunnel system.  We jumped up on a desk and stepped across a ladder to avoid stepping into stagnant water.  The pipe system scattered in many directions.  We crouched and jogged with our knees bent just enough to keep our heads from hitting the ceiling.  The tunnels spread off in multiple directions like an underground sewer system.  We finally came to a spot where it opened up and we stood at normal height.  A corroded ladder appeared in the distance. We climbed up it and approached an old, dead locked, steel door.  Nothing we did made it budge even a centimeter so we continued walking through the dark, dusty, dungeon-like tunnel in the opposite direction.

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  Blue paint peeling off the walls, flaking onto the floor, covering the left behind wheelchairs, debris and hospital beds!

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  Walking down the steps right before the basement. The next room had many crayon paintings over the windows.

A wooden board barricaded part of a doorway at the end of the path we walked through.  I got on my hands and knees, squeezing my body through the bottom part of the entrance avoiding getting any possible splinters in my back.  I handed the headlamp to Trevor and he did the same.  We both stood up in what seemed to be a maintenance shack.  Pitch black surrounded us despite the many doors and windows.  All of them, heavily boarded up from the outside and inside.  We poked around the corner to find an old saw, a closet full of cleaning chemicals and oddly enough a jug of freshly bought water.

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  More abandoned chairs, desks, and random belongings scattered across the floors of each and every room!

We heard noises faintly, and they began to get louder and creep us out. We thought security may have found us, but after ten minutes of sitting in the dark room with no lights on and no sudden movements or talking, we realized nothing was there.

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  An old toilet decaying in a bathroom.

We quickly exited the tunnel system and crept over to the next building. By this time the sun began to set and daylight winded down. We hugged the building and hid behind the trees as we tried to find an entry point to the second building at the Abandoned Rosewood Center. We walked up the metal stairwell and noticed a window on the second story propped open with a stick. Trevor climbed over the fence and crimped the stone wall, wiggling his body foot by foot towards the windowsill. Once reaching the window he grabbed the inside and pulled himself up making it look like an easy maneuver. I still felt like shit, but followed his lead. My body shaking, holding on with every last bit of energy, reached the window and quickly dove in, pulling myself up with the help of Trevor’s hand.

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  The bedroom of an old mental patient

We finally got into the building and began to walk around exploring the new rooms. More decaying furniture sat around, but the light began to dissipate, making it hard to see. We continued on gaining access to the roof and snapping a few photos of what lied below!

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  Trevor climbing up the corner of the room trying to gain access to the roof.

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  A really creepy hospital bed. They probably restrained many patients to this back in the day.

Abandoned Rosewood Center – Maryland – Below is a video of our adventure through the Abandoned Rosewood Center in Maryland.

Directions to Abandoned Rosewood Center – Maryland – Abandoned Rosewood Center, 200 Rosewood Lane, Owings Mills, MD

Abandoned Maryland Rosewood Center

Abandoned Maryland  Creeping into each room sends chills through my body. Never know what you might find in these places.  If you’re an avid urban explorer and you end up in different states on road trips you should venture to New York and check out the JN Adam Memorial Hospital.  This is another one of my favorite abandoned complexes on the east coast.

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