Reportedly haunted by former patients who died there, it is reported to be extremely active. Almost three thousand patients of this former hospital for the mentally ill are buried on its grounds. Numerous claims of ghost activity.
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- Address:
- 242 W Shamrock Ave
Pineville, LA 71360
United States
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- 31.3230022, -92.43534160000002
- Parish:
- Rapides Parish, Louisiana
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I recently stayed on these grounds. i was in gateway adolescent treatment center. One night when i was sleeping i looked up and see a black man with a navy blue jacket and khaki pants standing by the door. He didn’t talk, he didn’t move. I told the nurse about it and she said that it was crazy that i seen that because back in the day when the men would die they would bury them in a navy blue jacket and khaki pants.
I call bs on being haunted. Went inside for over an hour at mid night. I toke a lot of pictures if anyone would like to see.
I probably speak for most by saying you seem very quick to jump to your conclusion. Maybe they wait for the unexpected and less eager ones.
Is this place still open as a running facility?
Some of the facilities on the campus are still open. There are a few buildings on the campus that are closed and in utter disrepair and they do give it somewhat of a creepy vibe. As for it actually being haunted, I couldn’t say. My son was there recently at the Gateway Adolescent Treatment Center facility and didn’t experience any paranormal activity.
A lot of residual hauntings. Certain areas & buildings are more active than others, also depending on the time of day or night. A few of the houses that doctors and staff lived in have both residual and intelligent activity. Orbs have been seen- (no, not dust on the lens, or bugs, or reflections, but actual balls of light.) Shadow figures & full apparitions. In the past, some staff members refused to work on certain dorms because of being frightened of what they heard or saw, or felt. The hospital is now gated and 24 hr security, due to it’s rich history of theft, vandalism and other criminal activities.
there are buildings that I believe to be haunted. I worked there in the early 80s. The mourge in particular. The barn I have been told but not from personal experience. The building that had been the mourge is a grey building I think 3 stories high.and bat the time i was there was down the road from where music therapy was.
I worked in the adolescent department as an RN on evening shift for several years 18 years ago . Recently, I looked up my old workplace and found your site. Not surprised its listed as haunted as i had many experiences. The doors and walls made of wood have many demonic and strange impressions. I thought i was imagining it but other coworkers verified the same images. The adolescence girls and boys unit was high on a hill, not easy to walk to. All of the windows had a metal type grating on the outside. Frequently, the patients would hear someone pounding on them loudly but noone was found outside. I also experienced this while working in my office. There has also been sightings of a woman in white floating down the walkways near the old electroconvolsive therapy room. One night our main refrigerator was out and i was asked to get the snacks from the back up fridge at a vacant part of the building. You needed a key to enter and leave. It was a short hallway leading to 2 large empty rooms on both right and left sides, and in front a dead end. It had tiled floors and multiple metal chairs. The minute i walked in i felt like i was being watched. No problem (i told myself) and brushed it off as i got the snacks. As i walked out of the room an eruption of metal chairs scraping the floors came from both rooms! Needless to say I couldn’t get my key in the door fast enough!
I was on the adolescent unit when I was 14 for 1 year. I’m 41 now, I was pregnet at the time an every night I was visited by a lady in a long white gown from a different time than we were in. I could tell by the style of her gown, she would sit on my bed an rock as if she were holding a baby. I’d tell my Dr. about her but he would just always up my meds. so I stopped telling him about it. After I had my little boy he went home with my family an I went back to the hospital an the lady in white would visit me just as before but at that time she would cry an cry! I think she lost her child as well.
The lady in a white gown caught my attention because when this place first opened for many years they dressed deceased women in white lace dresses for burial. I worked there a few years ago and during orientation they took us in the museum on the grounds called the white cottage on tour. It has some of the gowns on display and a lot of belongings and artwork done by mentally ill patients from long ago. Now that building is really creepy. Some people could not breath in there and had to leave out.
I was placed here as a juvenile after my brother (who had soul custody of me) died. I had made an off the cuff comment to the lady at CPS that I would rather die and be with my brother than go back to living with my mom and her creepy sexualy abusive boyfriend. (The state had already removed my sister and I from the home 2ce because of him) the Social Worker took it as a suicide threat and I got a 72hr suicide watch and evaluation placement at what we just called “Pineville”.
It was so weird there. Like everyone was on edge. During music therapy we were aloud to listen to cds and whatnot (it was 1996 btw) with headphones or we could play an instrument but they never had anything except like a tambourine and maracas. So anyway it’s day 2 for me and I’m sitting in a stuffed chair facing away from the others listening to the soundtrack from The Crow. I’ll never forget this as long as I live. The song was, it can’t rain all the time, and it was just after the part where the girl is speaking right when she sings “oh can you hear me” the head phones get ripped off my head hard enough to pull the cord out of the diskman I was holding on my lap, and clatter to the floor hard. I jumped up ready to throw punches and the entire group was on the other side of the room playing musical pictionary with the Music Therapist. I was clear across the room (which was about the size of your average McDonald’s, so not a small room) no one could have gotten close enough to do that then back to the group that fast and EVERYONE act natural. No way.
Later that night.
I’m in a dormitory like barrack with 5 girls to a room. There’s something that feels like I was breathing in pepper spray causing me to caught and choke until I vomit and the night shift guy takes me to the medical unit. I’m fine when I leave the room. Like totally back to normal. The guy walking me there says that I was faking it, he’s pissed. While in the med center a nurses aid tells me that I’m not the first person to experience exactly the same thing in that room at night. The doctor would later write it off as mold allergies and moved me to another room, but the NA told me a different story. She said that was where they housed tuberculosis patients back in the day and many of them died in the same room I was sleeping in. They were buried on the property or cremated, on property.
Nothing else happened once I moved to another building and I was discharged into my aunts custody a day later but I heard enough stories in my 72hr mandatory vacation there that I WILL NEVER FORGET the dread and sorrow I felt just being there. It’s a dark place. I’m glad it closed down. Maybe now the dead can finally rest.
I grew up here, I lived here for thirteen years, my dad was an employee and we had grounds housing. I lived in a house on Shamrock Street that was torn down in just the last few years. I can promise it was extremely haunted, there were things that terrified me growing up that I’ll never forget.