![]() It was obvious that she had fallen and was no doubt laying dead at the bottom. The steps were gone! Already demolished into a huge pile of concrete rubble at the bottom of a 6 floor drop, 5 floors plus the basement. I opened the door and began to step through when the guard grabbed my arm and pulled me back inside. Now I was familiar with the layout and knew she had 5 floors of steps to go down and I doubted she could make it, so I ran to the door with the guard directly behind me. She then ran or rather shuffled toward the east side exit door. She turned around, smiled a huge smile, laughed at the top of her lungs, then patted me on the chest. I approached her asking her if she was alright and could I help her. I believed that an elderly woman had walked away from near by Garrard St. We looked at each other and I was certain that we had found the source of the noises. She was wearing a bathrobe and was looking up at a clock on the wall that showed the time to be 2:13oclock. When the elevators opened we found ourselves in a fully lighted room, which had no furniture whatsoever, and standing in the middle of the room was an old lady with her back to us. ![]() We decided to go to the top floor, the old surgery room, to begin our quick search. ![]() I pushed the up button and the elevator door immediately opened. He and I walked, using his coleman lantern and my flashlight (as there were no lights in the building) to see by, to the rear elevators, talking non nonchalantly as we went. I did and within 10 minutes, it was clear that someone was in the building. He met me a the front doors and apologized for bothering us but asked if I would come in and set with him for a minute to see if I heard the running upstairs. Within an hour this 2 nd guard called back and once again I was dispatched. This 2 nd guard took over, apologized for the trouble and entered Booth, I left. I had dispatch call his dispatcher and they sent over another guard and someone to take the first guard home as he certainly couldn’t drive. In a very short time it became obvious that this fellow had suffered some sort of an anxiety attack. I knocked on his window but he refused to open, after some persuasion from me, he finally opened his car window about 1 inch and said, “I wont go back in there and you cant make me”. I found him in his car out front of the hospital. The PD was not quick to respond.Įarly one morning about 2am, in the dead of winter, a neighbor called the PD and said “there’s something wrong with the guard at Booth, he’s crying and ran out to his car”. After many many calls, the PD began to get aggravated with the guards believing them to just be spooked and seeking some company. Shortly after the introduction of the security officers we, the police, began to get calls from the guards complaining of children running through the building late at night. The builders hired wackenhut security to watch over the building from vandals. It was slated for a rebuild into condos for the affluent elderly people in the area.Īt the time of this occurrence, the building was closed, the inside had been 90% gutted out. Booth hospital was(is) right down town on 2 nd street near the Licking River, which separates Covington from Newport.Īround 1981, Booth hospital closed and was fully decommissioned as a hospital. ![]() About 1981 or so, I was a Police Officer working in downtown Covington, Ky., which is a medium size city bordering Cincinnati, Ohio and Newport, Ky.
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