Yeah, I have many crazy story's about stuff that has happened to me and other ppl I know up there. In 96 or 97 , I went up there with family and friends and took a video camera. We caught some amazing things on film. We have orbs, and this strangse mist/smoke. I have seen that in some pic. on Keith's site. The best of all was a ghost! An old man in the tower. He is transparent,but he is visual. He turns and look's right at us when were filming him. Spooky!!! Many other things. I will post other story's on your site. I love that place. I have been going up there since I was a little girl. But none here recently.
Also I was wanting to know if you have ever heard of a man named Peter Moscow?
He's speaks with ghost and records there voice's on tape. My mom talked to him first when he was a guest on a local news show early in the morring. She talked with him about the ghost that is in our home. A previous owner killed himself here and his sprit remains. Many of strange things have happened here also with him. But now we are kind of used to him and we just give him his space.lol. Well you can write me back any time you want, I would like to talk to you more about things. Thank you for your time. -

I got my pictures back today and I am absolutely THRILLED! I dont know how well they are going to scan....they are ofcourse dark, so I dont know if you will be able to se what everyone who has looked at them will see. In one, there looks like there is something at the end of a dark empty hall. In another, there seems to look like someone at the end of a flight of stairs...and the other is the best...I tried very hard to keep all people out of my pictures. I only wanted to capture whatever the film would see. In the room where they did the arts and crafts....there is soemeone standing to the vey far left hand side of the picture. I thought that maybe someone had stepped into the picture. After letting about 10 diff people look at it, they all said the exact same thing.....it looks like a little girl, maybe 10 - 12 years old and she has on a either a sleeveless (or very short sleeve) bluish colored dress or gown. It stops right above the knees or right at it. She has her arms hanging down, byt crossed in front of her and she appears to be holding onto something. I kept looking at this pic off and on all day.....then it dawned on me like a load of bricks....could this be mary? I am not sure of Mary's age....but it would fit really well....a young girl, and of in all places, the arts and crafts room? It is very plain to see, but you cant make out a face. The hair seems to be shoulder length. I thought and thought back to that night, and there was NOONE there in a blue dress or blue shorts with a matching blue shirt that I can recall. I will try to get them scanned if you would like to see them. I hope to go back in October as well, Thanks so much!


The Brooch by Victoria L. Hall

This account of the Brooch is a chilling, yet heartwarming true story about an experience that a lady named Victoria L. Hall had when she was a young child visiting the sanatorium when it was Woodhaven Geriatrics Center.

As a young child I was always eager to help others. While in grade school at St. Paul's on Dixie Highway a group of my friends and I formed a little after school-club. We would make little trinkets and cookies for the sick and shut-in.One fall day we had made arrangements to visit the Old Waverly Hills Sanatorium. During the early 60's the TB hospital had been turned into one of Louisville's first nursing homes.
As we entered the massive building we all huddled together. At first it was startling.
The air in the building was musky and bursting of stale urine. As we moved along the shadowy and dungeon like corridors crying and ear-piercing moans filled our ears.

Unprepared with what we had heard and smelled a couple of the girls ran from the building. Guardedly the last two of us took hands and began to peer over half doors into ominous and dingy rooms. Even at the young age of 11 or so our hearts were touched. To this day I can still conjure up the sounds, sights, and odors of years long ago that I encountered in that building.

Some of the people were lying on beds. Others huddled in corners. Suddenly turning around the other girl had run and I found myself all alone in the shadowy and fear-provoking corridors.
As I turned the corner I peered over the half door at a teeny frame of a lady huddled in a corner. She was naked, but quickly moved toward me. Frantically I backed away from the half door.
Without any forewarning she reached over the half door grabbing my sweater. The room and halls were cold with a draft that swirled around my legs. I pulled away from her, but not before she grabbed my sweater again. I soon realized that she wanted my sweater and without hesitation I quickly pulled it off handing to the skeleton like figure.

Like a flash she moved across the room grabbing a cardboard box. Opening the box she frantically dug through it searching for something. She stood up and tossed something shiny over the door. Clicking down the hall I couldn't imagine what it might be. Scouring the floor I found a beautiful pearl brooch. I quickly picked it up and laid it back on the half door. Through the whole event the lady never spoke a word, but her piercing green eyes spoke a thousand words to my heart. Several times I placed it back on the half door and repeatedly she tossed it over the door towards me.

I soon understood that it was her gift to me for giving her my sweater. I certainly wanted nothing in exchange for my gift. She would not accept the broach back no matter how many times I put it back on the half door. She simply continued to pick it up and throw it towards me. I remember kissing the brooch in front of her and walking away. My heart had been touched by an act of love and appreciation that to this day some 40 years I have never forgotten. I can still see the microscopic lady huddled in the corner wrapped in my sweater. Over the years I wondered about her. Who she was, did she have family?
I know that from that day forward I was propelled into a destiny of compassion and caring for others in a way that only God could refine over the years as I journeyed through life.

When I saw the Waverly website and talked with Ron I knew that through that experience others would be touched by this story.

Are you wondering whether I have the brooch today? I don't know how over the many years of moving and growing and life itself, but I do!

It's as beautiful today as it was to a young girl of 11years old with wide sparkling eyes as she left such a sorrowful place with her treasure.

I wear it often and have had many people comment on it and so it opens a conversation whereby I can share such a cherished experience.

The journey of that day started me on a wonderful nursing career of many years allowing me to cherish and love the suffering and dying in ways I don't think I would have ever been able to do.
Please feel free to email me and share with me your story or questions.

God bless,

Victoria L. Hall

Courtesy of The Brooch by Victoria L. Hall