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When I was a senior in high school, my mom and I went to the Glories Psychiatric Museum in ST Joseph, Missouri. I knew nothing about it except that my aunt wrote a paper on it for her psychology class, and it was supposed to be really interesting. The museum itself is a separate, newer building with the actual old hospital next door. Thie exhibit has a bunch of equipment on patient's belongings from when the psychiatric hospital was running in the early 19 hundreds, so there was a lot of creepy relics from the golden days of messed up therapy methods and procedures. However, none of this really bothered me. A side note. The museum also has separate exhibits about Native American tribes. Local to the area. On the Pony Express, WeII entered the main floor Nothing too interesting, just a gift shop on little displays. I felt fine until we reached the second floor, where the psychiatric exhibit begun. As soon as the doors opened, there was a figure in my mind's eye. I didn't physically see the figure. It looked kind of like a death eater from Harry Potter, only not as big on without a head It followed us around the floor through the psychiatric exhibit and eventually stopped. I told my mom to keep her feelings to herself so I wouldn't have a biassed experience. I looked at the items left behind by former patients. I felt a presence telling me not to touch any of them or something bad would happen. Finally, we made it to the Native American exhibit on DH. The figure was there again. It followed us, but stayed about 20 ft behind, stopping when we stopped Way took the elevator to the morgue area in the basement. You'd think I'd feel something. Nope, Nothing. Finally, we went to the main floor and left. When we got home, I mentioned to my mum. It felt like something was following us. She agreed and said she saw it, too. I decided to do a test. I had us face away from each other on draw what we thought it looked like. Turns out we drew the exact same thing. After that, I e mailed the museum and told them what I had experienced. I didn't think they'd write back, but they did. They told me what I had experienced was actually a very common occurrence amongst their guests and staff on. They have allowed investigations from time to time, so yeah, close psychiatric museum.