Santa Ana Hospital Medical Center served central for decades and was once one of three local trauma centers in the county. During the late 1980’s, violent crime was on the rise in Orange County and many victims would spend their last moments on a hospital gurney inside this hospital. In 1990, the trauma center was closed due to cost. Still unable to compete with larger hospitals, the Santa Ana Medical Center would close its doors forever by the late 1990’s.
As the hospital fell into disrepair, thieves, vandals and junkies would break in to steal what wasn’t bolted down and then return for what was. On-sight security would be hired to watch over the vacant building as numerous potential investors would pass through its halls. The hospital seemed cursed as it continued to remain vacant even during the height of the real estate boom. While developers snatched up blighted and vacant property in the north and south ends of the city, the hospital property remained dormant.
For many years, I had heard stories that the hospital is haunted. Some of my associates have been in the facility and claimed to have heard children’s voices and the patter of little feet in the children’s ward while others have been overcome by a sudden chill when the facility has no working air conditioner.
Security Guard Paul Sowers was kind enough to shed some light on these claims. While he personally hadn’t seen or heard anything that would qualify as paranormal, there have been several guards who, over the years, abruptly quit after claiming to have seen people or apparitions passing through the hallways while on their rounds. Room by room searches would be conducted after these sightings but they would always come up empty handed.
One day, an opportunity arose that allowed me to return to the hospital to photograph it. By now, the place had been stripped of all its wiring and there were no working lights. Holes had been cut through graffiti covered walls, and ceiling tiles littered the floors as every inch of copper wiring and plumbing had been mined from the hospital.
Guided only by my flashlight, I walked through the surgical area of the hospital that was once so familiar to me but had now evolved into an eerie criminal playground with far too many places for one to lay in wait. The place had become too dangerous for me remain alone so I packed my gear and made my way to find the distant exit. I had never experienced paranormal activity during my any of my previous visits, but as I walked through the darkened hallways I sensed that I was not alone.
I began to feel as though someone was watching me as this once treasured and captivating place had transformed into an unfamiliar labyrinth lined with abysmally dark recesses; the type of place that engulfs a child’s nightmare. Surrounded by the darkness, I became disoriented as I searched in vain for that once familiar exit. The darkness seemed so dense that the beam from my flashlight scarcely penetrated it.
Time seemed to crawl as I shined my light into each passing room until I finally caught a glimpse of daylight off in the distance. As I neared the exit, a sudden chill enveloped me, sending a shiver through my body. As I kept making my way toward the door, I began to wonder if what I was feeling was just my imagination or were the spirits who died here inviting me to stay a little longer?