I don’t know about you, but this is one desk in the abandoned asylum to which I would not want to be chained. Â I wonder what happens in this room when midnight rolls around? Â I have the sense that the sound ‘thwack’ of a ghostly wooden ruler across the knuckles would be the least of my worries. Â Perhaps I should do an overnight URBEX visit here one night to see what happens. Anyone want to join me?

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