, So this is the only picture we got. We didn’t use...
So this is the only picture we got. We didn’t use a Ouija board- Taylor was really uncomfortable, which I respect.
My faith in the supernatural, however, has significantly lowered.
Here’s what happened.
We decided on the Fernald school- Medfield was too much of a risk because it’s heavily guarded. 
The Fernald school in the past held other names, such as School for the Feeble-Minded and Idiotic Children. It is on the same grounds that Met State used to be on before it was demolished, which was a psychiatric hospital known for it’s experiments and mistreatment of patients. Similarly, the child patients at the Fernald school were also mentally, physically and sexually abused until it was shut down.
I read one article that talked about screams being heard and lights going on and off, and with the history, I thought it’d be a decent place for a haunting. I know the area very well- I drive past it when going to my cousin’s house all the time, but I never did much research until recently.
The land is huge. There’s a sign outside of it that names it the “Fernald Center.” So we turned in there and drove around.
There are several buildings that are in the area itself. Some are operational, but we couldn’t figure out for what purpose- there were cars parked outside of some of the buildings that had lights on.
Across the way, though, there were more buildings with no cars parked around them. The windows were broken and/or boarded, the ceilings were caved in, and the moss was overgrown.
We decided to park with some of the cars in the area where the buildings were operational. 
As soon as we got out of the car, a cop drove by- but he didn’t see us. We high tailed it over to the side of the land with the abandoned buildings.
First, we noticed some lights. We were scared, because we saw one turn on, and then off again, like people said. But it was pretty obvious the were sensory lights.
We at first thought of getting into one of the buildings with some of the emergency lights on- they were abandoned but for some reason had a few lights here and there. But we walked by two very small buildings completely covered by trees, moss, and poison ivy. Upon closer inspection, we saw a fifteen foot fence with a fadlock, and it was obvious that that was the schoolhouse itself.
Taylor and Rich hopped the fence first. Danny and I scoped out a little more because we could hear voices being carried over from the adjacent operational buildings, and we didn’t want to get caught. When we were clear, Danny gave me a leg up and I hopped the fence, and he followed.
It was clear someone had been there before- the front door was kicked open and we walked right in. I knew right away that it was the school, because on the right wall there was a bulletin board, and just down the hall were desks piled on top of each other.
What was really, really odd though was there was a door in the wall. I wish we got pictures, but basically, from the floor there was a door about two or three feet above the ground. We had to crouch to get through, but it wasn’t a closet- there were stairs that led up to the second and third floor of the school.
We crawled through, and on the floor of the stairs were hundreds of papers- we noted that they were track numbers. They must have had meets for the kids or something. I took one and I’ll post a picture tomorrow or something.
There were a couple rooms on the second floor. Taylor and I checked out one, and it was extremely dilapidated; there were see-through holes in the floor. And the room Danny and Rich went in was worse- the hole ceiling- that is, the floor of the third level had completely collapsed in on itself. Because of that, we didn’t ascend the third flight of stairs.
We also found the kitchen, where the above gurney was found. The kitchen still had plates, forks and drawers. On the counter, Danny found a Reader’s Digest magazine that dated back to the 80s. There were lockers in there, too, but why there was a gurney I’m not entirely sure.
We left the building, and upon climbing the fence, I caught my wrist really bad. I’m bruised up and cut up, but it was fun. Taylor got some good footage of it.
But I didn’t feel any ghostly presence and there really was no sign. No voices, no footsteps, no screams- nothing felt creepy. Ominous in essence, but nothing…scary.
Still a fun adventure nonetheless and I fully intend to continue urbexing. 

So this is the only picture we got. We didn’t use a Ouija board- Taylor was really uncomfortable, which I respect.

My faith in the supernatural, however, has significantly lowered.

Here’s what happened.

We decided on the Fernald school- Medfield was too much of a risk because it’s heavily guarded. 

The Fernald school in the past held other names, such as School for the Feeble-Minded and Idiotic Children. It is on the same grounds that Met State used to be on before it was demolished, which was a psychiatric hospital known for it’s experiments and mistreatment of patients. Similarly, the child patients at the Fernald school were also mentally, physically and sexually abused until it was shut down.

I read one article that talked about screams being heard and lights going on and off, and with the history, I thought it’d be a decent place for a haunting. I know the area very well- I drive past it when going to my cousin’s house all the time, but I never did much research until recently.

The land is huge. There’s a sign outside of it that names it the “Fernald Center.” So we turned in there and drove around.

There are several buildings that are in the area itself. Some are operational, but we couldn’t figure out for what purpose- there were cars parked outside of some of the buildings that had lights on.

Across the way, though, there were more buildings with no cars parked around them. The windows were broken and/or boarded, the ceilings were caved in, and the moss was overgrown.

We decided to park with some of the cars in the area where the buildings were operational. 

As soon as we got out of the car, a cop drove by- but he didn’t see us. We high tailed it over to the side of the land with the abandoned buildings.

First, we noticed some lights. We were scared, because we saw one turn on, and then off again, like people said. But it was pretty obvious the were sensory lights.

We at first thought of getting into one of the buildings with some of the emergency lights on- they were abandoned but for some reason had a few lights here and there. But we walked by two very small buildings completely covered by trees, moss, and poison ivy. Upon closer inspection, we saw a fifteen foot fence with a fadlock, and it was obvious that that was the schoolhouse itself.

Taylor and Rich hopped the fence first. Danny and I scoped out a little more because we could hear voices being carried over from the adjacent operational buildings, and we didn’t want to get caught. When we were clear, Danny gave me a leg up and I hopped the fence, and he followed.

It was clear someone had been there before- the front door was kicked open and we walked right in. I knew right away that it was the school, because on the right wall there was a bulletin board, and just down the hall were desks piled on top of each other.

What was really, really odd though was there was a door in the wall. I wish we got pictures, but basically, from the floor there was a door about two or three feet above the ground. We had to crouch to get through, but it wasn’t a closet- there were stairs that led up to the second and third floor of the school.

We crawled through, and on the floor of the stairs were hundreds of papers- we noted that they were track numbers. They must have had meets for the kids or something. I took one and I’ll post a picture tomorrow or something.

There were a couple rooms on the second floor. Taylor and I checked out one, and it was extremely dilapidated; there were see-through holes in the floor. And the room Danny and Rich went in was worse- the hole ceiling- that is, the floor of the third level had completely collapsed in on itself. Because of that, we didn’t ascend the third flight of stairs.

We also found the kitchen, where the above gurney was found. The kitchen still had plates, forks and drawers. On the counter, Danny found a Reader’s Digest magazine that dated back to the 80s. There were lockers in there, too, but why there was a gurney I’m not entirely sure.

We left the building, and upon climbing the fence, I caught my wrist really bad. I’m bruised up and cut up, but it was fun. Taylor got some good footage of it.

But I didn’t feel any ghostly presence and there really was no sign. No voices, no footsteps, no screams- nothing felt creepy. Ominous in essence, but nothing…scary.

Still a fun adventure nonetheless and I fully intend to continue urbexing.