Patapsco Female Institute*
*When I saw the name I thought it was an old prison for chicks, but it was just an 1800s version of Eastland
. After coming down the hill, FT (who is in that pic, at the top of the Very Big hill - which I climbed, too!) said, “There’s a girl in there.” To which I
totally freaked out
replied, “Stop it! You are creepin’ me the fuck out! Oh my God, this place is haunted. I’m outta here.” Turns out, on the other side of the building, there was a whole picnic thing happening: a big tent, families, cheerfulness, aforementioned (non-ghost) girl. I’m pathetic.