Murder at the Met
The grounds of the former Metropolitan
State Mental Hospital spanned three towns. Its conception was the result
of an odd use of available state property, bureaucracy and the
seemingly overwhelming need for massive mental institutions.
Ironically, or perhaps appropriately, the body that was dismembered and buried there in 1980 by a former patient spanned three graves. There are rumors that pieces of the body — that of a female patient — are still buried somewhere between the woods of Waltham, Lexington and Belmont, Massachusetts. This is at least plausible since the murderer, a male patient of the hospital, allegedly kept seven of the victim’s teeth on his person. This grisly revelation led to the facility being nicknamed “The Hospital of the Seven Teeth.”
However, we may never know the truth because the Massachusetts Department of Mental Health (MDMH) lost or destroyed evidence critical to the case.
Ironically, or perhaps appropriately, the body that was dismembered and buried there in 1980 by a former patient spanned three graves. There are rumors that pieces of the body — that of a female patient — are still buried somewhere between the woods of Waltham, Lexington and Belmont, Massachusetts. This is at least plausible since the murderer, a male patient of the hospital, allegedly kept seven of the victim’s teeth on his person. This grisly revelation led to the facility being nicknamed “The Hospital of the Seven Teeth.”
However, we may never know the truth because the Massachusetts Department of Mental Health (MDMH) lost or destroyed evidence critical to the case.
One thing is certain: murder was
committed there and this fact was not hard to imagine. If ever a place
looked like a murder site, it was Met State. After the facility closed,
it not only fell into a state of disrepair, but it resembled a place of
despair. Some abandoned asylums in New England had, at least some
redeeming architectural qualities designed to brighten the lonely
existence of the mentally afflicted. Met State was built in 1927 and was
a collection of bland, depressing red brick buildings, including wards,
medical facilities, an auditorium, cafeteria and even a small lonely
building, away from all the others, housing the morgue.
The singular interesting feature of the
sprawling facility was the main medical building, which sported a
milk-glass adorned clock tower. After it closed in 1992, the whole place
congealed into a stinking, rotting mass of mildewed plaster, rampant
asbestos, fallen ceilings and flooded tunnels.
The tunnels, which connected all the
buildings of the Met, were especially dark and foreboding. They were
apparently originally designed to facilitate movement about the campus
in inclement weather but were relegated to become storage space even
before the hospital closed. Crammed with all manner of hospital surplus
such as chairs, beds, equipment and supplies, the most sobering items
stored in that dripping, echoing underworld were patients’ belongings,
including children’s shoes.
The Gaebler Children’s Center — which
sounds like a happy place, but was a actually an asylum for children —
was located in the same wooded area near Met State. How children’s shoes
made it from the Gaebler to the tunnels under the hospital is a
question one prefers not to ponder too deeply.
With the exception of murder, mayhem,
madness and the archaic treatments of lobotomies and medically repressed
psychosis, Met State was not without fun and games. There was a
theater/auditorium in which the patients could stare through movies in a
Thorazine-induced haze. There were also plenty of outdoor activities
such as art, music, and sports. They also had gardening, but some
patients planted things that are better left not described.
It’s a shame the patients couldn’t enjoy
the view from the Medical Building’s clock tower. It offered a
spectacular panorama of the surrounding property. Yet it’s unlikely
anyone but the maintenance staff enjoyed the view because the trek up to
the tower involved a labyrinthine crawl through ceilings, air ducts and
a precipitous two-story climb up a metal ladder. Once level with the
clock mechanism, one had only a six-inch wide wooden board, running
around the entire four-sided clock, on which to carefully stand. Maybe
it was better that it was inaccessible to patients; persons free of
normal phobias would have found that narrow perch hair-raising.
The acres of woods that insulated
Metropolitan State Hospital from the rest of the population are forever
protected from development. The mental institution was not so lucky. The
buildings that formerly housed the criminally insane have been
demolished. The site now sports modern condominiums built in the same
bland, post modern brick theme as the asylum. The idea is that everyday
life and happiness can now be found on the site of such epic suffering.
Hopefully, the missing remains of a murdered patient will rest forever
peacefully in the woods.
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