Eloise Asylum - Westland, Michigan

photo of the original buildings For over 150 years, the Wayne County Infirmary, Psychiatric, and General Hospital Complex, known collectively as Eloise, served thousands of metropolitan Detroit's needy, diseased, and mentally ill. Throughtout that time, the facility grew to seventy-five buildings and then was reduced to four. The mystery surrounding the grounds has intrigued many.

Many a lost soul is said to haunt the grounds surrounding the four remaining buildings. A cemetery sits virtually unnoticed across Michigan Avenue. Here many of the poor and those without family to claim them have been buried, without a name, just a numbered plot marker. Medical and death records have been lost over time, and because the buildings were demolished, the names of the cemetery's occupants will most likely never be revealed.

buildings today Most of Eloise was abandoned in the late 1970s. That left it as prime ground for area teens looking for a thrill. Here is a VIDEO of Eloise Asylum. The Eloise tunnel system, where staff members transported patients from building to building, has been rumored to house medical waste and other strange items from a bygone era in medical science. A golf course exists today above where these tunnels once ran.

Explorers were rumored to have discovered jars of human body parts, documents outlining strange medical procedures, and creepy snapshots of patients in the abandoned buildings that were torn down in the 1980s. More recently, a spectral woman wearing white has been rumored to be seen in the upper floors and on the roof of the old D building, which now houses government offices-though all but the first floor is off-limits to the public. Some have reported hearing strange moans, screams, and roars on the old grounds.

Tale from Nite Wolfe

"I live in the downriver area of Michigan, but the asylum in which the story takes place is in Westland. The place was called Eloise, named after the founding physician's daughter. The whole area of Westland had once been a city that housed not only the insane but also the poor who had terminal conditions and couldn't afford to seek the more expensive care they needed. It is said that back in the early 20th century diseases such as TB were highly unresearched and caused the affected people to hehave in such a way they were thought to be insane.

By the time I was in my teenage 'I want to be scared' stage, there were only three dilapidated buildings left standing on the hospital side of Michigan Ave. The piggery, cannery and the train depot were left on the farm side of the avenue.

My friends and I were very taken with the buildings and had toured them many a late night. We always contained a sense of well being upon entering and though we had seen many cops patrolling the area, they had never seen us and were never caught.

Upon entering the first of the many steel doors in the back area of the Old Hospital building itself you could either go directly downstairs or directly up. We chose to go down first. In the ruined basement our flashlights played upon five-foot tall metal crib-like enclosures and a metal straight-backed chair with leather straps on the armrests and legs. Turning and immediate right you faced the morgue, complete with pull out drawers and metal table with leather padding.

One other room in the basement we found disturbing; we were never sure what it would have been called. The room was about 8 by 6 and along the left side there was a cell with a swinging door leaving just enough room to walk. Contained in the cell was a metal cot bolted to the wall and a place where the toilet had once been. When the cell door suddenly slammed behind me as I searched I quickly ran out.

My friends and I also searched the farm side of the area and entered first the piggery, complete with ton scale, meat hooks, and 10 x 10 coolers. The cannery had lost all resonance of its former use and looked as if it had most recently been a filer storage area.

Though now all but two of the buildings are gone forever the place still gives off an eerie feeling as you drive past the lone sentry, the smoke stack, on which is clearly printed ELOISE." ~Nite Wolfe