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Krome Insanity (Part 1 of 2)

7/1/2013

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Few know of an abandoned facility known colloquially as the "Insane Asylum". Located on on Krome Avenue's west side, south of Southwest 8 Street, it would be the best setting for a ghost story if it didn't seem so trite. The location is not open to the public, as is made clear by the concrete barriers erected in front of its entrance. Even so, the very barriers set up to keep people out announce the presence of something beyond them, where otherwise no one would think to look.

It seems like Krome Avenue gives off all sorts of bad vibes. Also known as Florida State Road 997 and West 177 Avenue, Krome is a 36 mile stretch of two-lane highway running along Miami-Dade County's western fringe. The highway is a traffic bypass through a sparsely populated region of the county. Straddled on one side by the sprawling Everglades swamp and on the other by a whole lot of nothing, no matter where you are on Krome or which direction you travel, you are in the middle of nowhere.

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I'll warn you here: you're about to read a ghost story. Unlike most you've read or heard, this one isn't fiction. It's real. It doesn't have any plot or character development because its purpose is to relate the facts of these experiences. Believe what you will, if you wish, or not, if it suits you. As with last week's entry, its point is not to convince you that these events happened. Rather, it is to share with you that they did.

Backed by a small army of friends in three cars, I set out for the asylum on a clear Miami night. We left our homes and ventured west, leaving civilization behind as we pressed into the swamp. We turned south when we hit Krome. Short of our headlights and those of the tractor-trailers roaring by, the roadway was pitch black. For the most part, Krome Avenue is devoid of streetlamps. Geddy Lee of Rush fame sang of those places beyond the bright lights that lie in the far unlit unknown -- I knew then what Geddy meant, as I was in one of those places.

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We pulled off the road when we saw the concrete barriers. The tall brush that flanked the roadway had all but consumed the facility entrance. Scaling the barriers and pushing through the brush put us at a chain-link gate that had been punched through. Beyond that, to the left, was a concrete hut, where once a guard might have stood watch.

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Once past the entry checkpoint, we found ourselves on a tarmac path that cut a swathe down the length of the facility. There was no way to tell how far the path went. It was too dark, and although we shined our flashlights  down the path, the road far outran the flashlight beams. To the right was a length of hedge, or a shoulder-tall string of trees (the exact details escape me, but I recall there was a line of foliage). Up ahead and to the left was a fork in the road that led to the facility's main entrance.

As I was one of the three in our group with the foresight to bring a lantern, I took up the rear position. Our flashlights were interspersed -- with our group marching in single file, we had one flashlight at the lead, one in the middle of the line, and me at the end. We were a group of about fifteen, which meant there around five bodies between flashlights. There was just enough light to see by, but not enough to feel comfortable.

As the group marched ahead and to the left, toward the structure's entrance, I spied a pair of shadows out of the corner of my eye. They were humanoid, but I could not make out their finer details. The shadows stood against the line of trees to our right, opposite the group's bearing. Interestingly, there was no ambient light in the facility. Remember, we were in the swamp by a rural road, and it was the middle of the night. Light from passing trucks' headlights could not get in to where we were because of the thick overgrowth at the facility's perimeter. What's more, the only lights in the facility were our flashlights. The only other two flashlights were already well along the path, meaning that whatever light made that pair of shadows visible had to be coming from my flashlight.

Then it hit me -- my flashlight was pointed away from where I'd seen the shadows.

I turned in place to look straight on at the shadows. As if sensing they had been spotted, the two shadows ran -- as in, they seemed to pivot in place and pump their arms and legs and flee -- away from the hedge and out into the open air. They vanished. Once in the open air, there was no surface against which they might be seen.

My flashlight swept into the spot in the hedge where I'd seen the shadows only a moment ago. There was nothing there. Tentatively, I took a step toward the hedge, wanting to know more but knowing it would risk separating me from the group. Nothing. There were enough gaps in the hedge to clearly see through it. Nothing hid within it, or behind it.

Check back soon for this story's continuation (click here for part 2), for photographs and a description of the derelict facility's interior.
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Some while after our investigation into the urban legends surrounding this place, we discovered the place wasn't an insane asylum, ever. It was, in fact, one of many missile bases constructed during the cold war that has since been left to decay.

Interested in finding out more? Check out "Miami Is Missing", which delves into Miami's abandoned, forgotten, and little known historic places.
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9 Comments
Griffyn
10/31/2013 05:21:09 am

Sounds intriguing! Can't wait to read more! Thanks

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Irie
1/16/2015 09:43:50 am

So when is the other half of the story coming out? I'm posting this on January 16, 2015. By the way my friend told me about this place and he said him and his friends went and the were walking through them all of a sudden he just say a head that didn't belong to his friends, "it seemed to be floating" he said. Then he said they all ran out and never looked back. Every time we talk about he quickly changes the subject. So I guess it may be true.

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Darkwater Syndicate
1/16/2015 10:07:01 am

Hello Irie:

You can find the second half of the story here:
http://www.darkwatersyndicate.com/features/krome-insanity-part-2-of-2

Also, one of our authors researched the location and unearthed some fascinating finds about the Krome facility. It's in a book titled: "Miami Is Missing: Miami's Abandoned, Forgotten, And Little-Known Historic Places." We published this book just recently. You can find it here:
http://www.amazon.com/Miami-Missing-Abandoned-Little-Known-Historical/dp/0991074556/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

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Shawn Nagy
12/1/2016 12:55:52 am

DID THEY TEAR THIS DOWN? I COULDNT FIND IT...

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Darkwater Syndicate
12/1/2016 06:04:06 am

Hello, Shawn. We understand the place was finally demolished in July 2015. Here is where it used to be: 25.7326° N 80.4803° W. You can plug these coordinates into Google maps to discover the site.

Here is a news article on its demolition:
https://www.google.com/amp/s/miamiherald.relaymedia.com/amp/news/local/community/miami-dade/west-miami-dade/article31534403.html

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alex
7/6/2017 03:33:14 pm

i went thare

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Darkwater Syndicate
7/6/2017 03:36:21 pm

Yup. We did too. Unfortunately, it's gone now.

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miss.andi
8/26/2017 12:44:38 pm

There are more of these sites but they are deep in the everglades and even in the Keys. Amazing finds, I have great photographs and spent a lot of time doing research on the history. There's still a lot more to unearth but it's all fascinating.

Darkwater Syndicate
8/26/2017 01:04:56 pm

Hey miss.andi, what sorry of research are you conducting? We can help. Drop us a line in our contact us page.

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