Off to British Columbia and the Tranquille Sanatorium; it was built in 1907, first as a ranch but shortly thereafter, it was re-tooled to house tuberculosis patients. The hospital closed as a sanatorium in 1958 as the incidents of TB had declined, it re-opened in 1959 as a hospital for the mentally ill. It closed, permanently, in 1984.

Sanatoriums and the various types of hospitals are always fruitful hunting grounds for paranormal experience. Tranquille is no exception.

The buildings are abandoned now and are off-limits, but people still manage to sneak in.

Orbs are reportedly seen throughout the buildings and sudden temperature drops from one area to another.

Feelings of sadness, being watched and just general heebie-jeebies permeate in all of the buildings. There are tunnels as well, these seem to have the most paranormal activity; the tunnels were used to move food, laundry and supplies between the various areas of the hospital but they were also used to transport the dead. The staff felt that this was the best way to avoid upsetting the other patients. Tuberculosis had/has a high mortality rate.

People report being pushed by unseen hands, in the tunnels, severe cold spots and moans are heard throughout.

Before the hospital closed as a sanatorium, it houses over 600 people, staff included. Over 1600 people died in the facility.

When it was clear that TB was on a marked decline; the hospital began to take in the mentally ill; this was from 1959 to 1984.

There are reports of a nurse, who had been murdered by a patient, in the tunnels, when he was being moved to another ward, she is still seen in the facility – sometimes in the tunnels and sometimes in the hallways.

Before it closed, nurses reported feeling like they were being watched; the mentally ill patients often became agitated, restless until they were outside of the buildings. Lights would go on and off, of their own volition. Photos taken have shown a mist that was not seen by the naked eye.

Nurses also reported hearing footsteps in empty hallways and screams from empty wards, even on the day shifts.

The “B” wing was the Pediatric ward; the sounds of children crying are said to be heard; a full apparition of a woman is seen wandering the hallways, crying – the sound of her weeping is heard even after she has disappeared.

In the basement, an electrician who died, has decided to stick around his last job site. Perhaps unaware that the job finished with his demise.

There are current non-corporeal residents that don’t seem to welcome intrusion into their cloistered world and will chase the living out of the buildings.