FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF THE HOSPITAL KIND
Rantings and ravings with Damon Torsten
know the CRCMH pretty well. I've spent many an hour - nay, day
wandering about the place. There's part of me that is always in
there. I have no idea why. I can make no sense of it, but sometimes
at night I find myself standing facing the hospital. The sky is moving
fast in purple swirls. Yet there's no wind. Everything else is perfectly
still. And the decaying white building stands there grinning at me
like a skeleton protruding from the eternal darkness. If I'm lucky,
this is the point where I wake up. Then I might wander into the kitchen
and make myself some mashed potato just to keep my mind off it all.
But that doesn't really help either.
still haunt me, these close encounters of the hospital kind - and
I'm not specifically talking about the Flincher. That doesn't scare
me. It did when it happened. Beyond words. But not while I'm sufficiently
far enough away from its territory. What I mean is that the whole
actual place still haunts me. It seems as though once you go there
some little bit of you is forever trapped inside its walls. And it
follows you around wherever you go. Is it just me that feels like
this? Maybe I'm talking crap. I don't know. But it has had
a profound influence on me, that's for sure. I don't live and breathe
the hospital - far from it. But somehow it's always there - lingering
around quietly in the background. Ready to jump from the shadows of
my past when I least expect it.
that brings me to the creation this site. I just had to do
it. Aside from the fact that everyone always asks me for more about
The Flincher or its home, I just had to get it out of my system I
suppose. And it has been very comforting to know that I'm far from
being alone. The response I've had from others who feel some kind
of strange affinity with the place has been simply astounding. With
the sheer amount of you that have been there over the years, it's
quite miraculous that certain paths have never crossed before. Until
now, when the end is upon us. So I'd like to formally welcome you
to the site if I didn't already - and I trust you'll enjoy revisiting
whatever it is you're here to revisit.
whilst putting this stuff together, I've come across a couple of bits
of my old writing. Terrible stuff really - one handwritten, one typed
(on an old machine I once had with half the keys missing, or so it
seems) - both incomplete. They're about the CRCMH. One seems more
a literal tale of how I came to know about the place and some of a
description of going there. Indeed, it seems that I lifted and re-edited
much of its content for the background part of the Flincher essay.
The other thing appears to be a work of pure fiction. A silly horror
story based in the hospital which just stops dead in its tracks for
no apparent reason - perhaps because I realised that it was awful.
I never could write good horror fiction.
I figured that, because I'm trying to get it all out of my system,
I might as well include the latter piece of writing here (there's
no point in putting the other one up because every important part
of it has been re-written more coherently as part of the Flincher
essay). So, even though it's bad (and I'm not just saying that
out of modesty - it truly is bad - the Flincher essay is better
because I was trying to get it all out of me in one go over a single
lengthy soul-searching overnight session), perhaps you fellow CRCMH
explorers might appreciate reading anything that contains references
to that dark yet soothingly tranquil place that has captured some
of your soul for all eternity. I know that I'd be chuffed if someone
else posted anything similar detailing the place. Perhaps. So here
it is. Just a bit of fun. For posterity and beyond. Reminisce. Or
don't. The choice is yours.
part of a terrible a horror story