Stimson Hospital Ghost Hunt | Eaton Rapids, Michigan
Ever since the building known as Stimson Hospital was renovated and became rental apartments, residents have reported amazing paranormal activity within the structure. Built in the late 1800s as a private home, then later renovated to be a community hospital which operated for around 40 years, this building holds an amazing amount of energy from its past lives.
Event Start Time: 8:30pm
Event Finish Time: 4:00am
From strange noises coming from the basement, to disembodied voices heard throughout, Stimson Hospital is not for the faint of heart. Many children have reported to have an “imaginary friend” thought to be Dr. Blanchard – who fell to his death down an empty elevator shaft in 1919. Other visitors and former residents claim to have heard footsteps down hallways where no one could be seen walking. Objects reportedly move, seemingly on their own, and household appliances often malfunction without reason.
Do you have what it takes to explore and investigate this historic site with us? Are you prepared to experience being touched by an unseen entity, or feel someone sit on a bed beside you when you can’t see anyone there? Perhaps you’ll see a shadow figure lurking about the halls and peering into rooms, or maybe the apparition of a doctor who appears on the sidewalk outside the building, only to vanish into thin air moments later.
Join us and see what happens …if you dare.
Your Ghost Hunt at Stimson Hospital, includes the following:
- Ghost Hunting Vigils,
- Structured Vigils,
- Free Time to Explore to undertake your own Ghost Hunt,
- Ghost Hunt with experienced Ghost Hunting Team,
- Use of our equipment which includes, trigger objects and EMF Meters,
- Private time to explore this location and to undertake your very own private vigils,
- Continental Breakfast,
- Unlimited refreshments and snacks (Including, Soda’s, Water and Coffee)
In Eaton Rapids, Michigan, there stands an amazing traditional Second Empire style home built in the late 1800s which consists of approximately 5,000 square feet. It was constructed during a time of expansion and wealth for the town because of the rumored restorative and curative mineral water located there.
T. Sweezey was the original builder of the grand home, but due to overwhelming financial struggles, he lost the property within a year of the completion of construction. A local dentist named Dr. William Claudius Puffenberger owned the home for a time, and then a nurse named Harriet Chapman asked to purchase it in 1918 so that she could renovate it and turn it into a community hospital. After about six months, the decorative house was transformed into what was considered a modern medical facility for the time.
Nurse Chapman, along with two doctors – Dr. Charles Stimson and Dr. Francis Blanchard – opened the 20-bed hospital and began treating patients in December of 1918. Unfortunately, in March of 1919, Dr. Blanchard fell to his death when he stepped into the elevator shaft after surgery, realizing too late that the elevator car was not there.
Dr. Stimson and Nurse Chapman, along with her nursing students and visiting physicians, continued to serve the people of the community until 1957, when a new medical center was built in Eaton Rapids.
Once the hospital closed, the structure was used for private offices for some time. Eventually, the property was sold, and it was renovated into apartments. Sadly, because of two fires and multiple renovations, very little of the initial interior of the once grand home remains intact. However, visitors can still see some of the original hard wood floors from when the house was first built, and some of the hand-laid tile work from the hospital is still present in the entryways and hallways.
And while the elevator car itself is no longer in place, the elevator shaft still remains…
Are you ready to explore this once grand building and discover if any spirits are still here, calling it home? Is Dr. Blanchard still on call, seeing to his patients? Join us and find out who might be waiting to tell you their stories…