Ashmore Estates
Ashmore, Illinois
Step Back into the Shadows of the Poor Farm
As you drive down the winding roads of Coles County and the massive brick facade of Ashmore Estates looms out of the darkness, the modern world begins to fade.
You aren't just visiting a historical site; you are stepping back to 1916.
When this building served as the Coles County Poor Farm, it was a place of last resort for the destitute, the elderly, and the forgotten.
Later, as a private psychiatric facility, its walls witnessed decades of mental anguish and quiet suffering. When the doors finally closed in 1987, the residents may have moved on, but their echoes remained.
Today, the clocks have stopped, the paint is peeling, and the hallways are filled with more than just memories.
Event Start Time: 9pm until 9am
Ticket Price: $129 Per Person
🕯️ The “loop” is Waiting: Do You Dare Enter? 🕯️
Step inside Ashmore Estates, a building that doesn't just house ghosts—it traps them.
This isn't a staged attraction; it is a sprawling, 24,999-square-foot vortex of living dread.
Since 1,857 this land has been a collection point for the broken, and today, it stands as a colossal monument to the suffering that occurred within its walls.
A Century of Desperation: The Timeline
1857–1915: The Infamous Poor Farm The dark story began in 1857 when the Coles County Poor Farm was established to house the "inmates" of society—the poor, the handicapped, and the mentally ill. By 1,870 the farm moved to its current location in Ashmore Township. The original timber and brick building was a place of extreme hardship. By 1,879 Superintendent Joshua Ricketts recorded 32 deaths among the 250 residents; today, a pauper cemetery south of Route 16 holds the remains of up to 100 forgotten souls.
Conditions eventually turned skeletal. In 1,911 state inspectors condemned the almshouse for its "vermin-infected walls," "rough floors," and swarms of flies that hovered over the meager food.
1916–1986: The Neo-Georgian Asylum In 1,916 the current "fireproof" brick structure was built for $20,388 For decades, it served as a county almshouse until 1,959 when it was sold and reopened as a private psychiatric hospital. The facility struggled under the weight of debt and overcrowding, briefly closing in 1964 before reopening to accept patients from state mental institutions.
Despite a $200,000 modern addition in the late 1970s, the facility could not outrun its financial demons. By April 1986, with losses exceeding $1.5 million and licensing delays from the state, the doors slammed shut for the last time. The residents were transferred, but many believe the energy of their anguish never left the wards.
1987–Present: Decay and Restoration After decades of abandonment and vandalism, the property was nearly lost to time. In 2013, a fierce storm with 100 mph winds ripped the roof from the building, threatening to destroy the landmark forever. On May 3, 2014, the property was purchased by Robbin & Norma Terry, who have made massive strides to clean up and restore Ashmore Estates to its former glory. Today, it stands as a premier destination for paranormal research, attracting investigators from across the globe.
The Hauntings: Meet the Permanent Residents
Ranked as one of the Midwest’s most relentless paranormal hotspots, Ashmore is a playground for the unexplained. The spirits here aren't just memories; they are active, observing, and occasionally hostile.
The Pacing Patient: On the second floor, a man walks the hallways with a face etched in permanent distress, his heavy footsteps echoing in the silence long after he vanishes.
The Shadow Watchers: Dark, non-human shapes haunt the basement and corridors, darting between rooms and standing motionless in doorways.
The Nurse of the Wards: A chilling female figure stalks the isolation rooms. Her presence is preceded by a localized, bone-deep cold that warns you you’ve entered a space where you don't belong.
The Voices of the Destitute: Disembodied pleas and guttural whispers slither from the shadows—a terrifying soundscape of people still begging for help that never came.
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The land known today as Ashmore Estates was never a place of peace. Its dark story began in 1857, not with a grand building, but with the stark, brutal necessity of a Coles County Poor Farm.
The first structure, a humble assembly of timber and brick, was less a sanctuary and more a dumping ground for the poor, the handicapped, and the mentally ill. Here, a steady stream of forgotten souls—referred to simply as "inmates"—were pushed through the doors. Yet, for all its cruelty, for many, this miserable place was the only home they would ever know. The conditions quickly curdled into desperation; records from the time spoke chillingly of "vermin infected walls" and "flies swarming everywhere," a physical reflection of the despair inside. For hundreds of residents, their final act was to be quietly buried in the pauper cemeteries nearby, their names erased, their suffering left behind.
In 1916, a new chapter of false hope began. The impressive Neo-Georgian structure that stands today rose on the same haunted ground, built with the intention of offering better care as a proper almshouse. Despite the finer architecture, the inherent struggles of the institution remained. For decades, the new building continued to serve as a refuge for the most vulnerable; it was a bleak, shared home where they ate, worked, and eventually died.
A final, frantic shift came in 1959 when the property changed hands, reborn as the private Ashmore Estates psychiatric hospital. It took in patients from state mental institutions, but the financial demons that plague such places soon took hold. The facility closed temporarily in 1964 and, after a brief reopening, the inevitable arrived. By the 1980s, its fate was sealed by mounting debt and changing healthcare standards. The doors slammed shut for the last time in April 1986.
The ensuing decades were a slow-motion decay. The enormous, empty building became a magnet for vandals and a nursery for chilling rumors. Now, however, the structure has been purchased, not to be renovated, but to be unlocked for those seeking the dark.
Today, visitors walk those same, creaking floors, seeking out the very echoes of sorrow that cling to the plaster and stone. They come to Ashmore Estates because the story isn't just history on a page; it’s a tangible, terrifying presence. The whispers of the destitute, the heavy despair of the mentally afflicted—all those who called this dark place home—are believed to linger, making this a prime, relentless location for those daring to speak with the forgotten dead.
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The history of Ashmore Estates isn't just documented in archives; it’s an active, terrifying reality etched into the air itself. Every investigator who enters soon learns the truth: the spirits here are not residual echoes, but tormented inhabitants whose presence turns the building into a vortex of living dread.
The Sounds of Despair
The promise of silence inside the estates is the first lie you’ll encounter. The air is never still; it's alive with the voices of the dead. Faint, disembodied whispers slither from empty rooms, often containing pleas, moans of unbearable pain, or guttural whispers that seem to claw at the very edges of your sanity. You will hear them coming from every direction, with no logical source, as if the walls themselves are screaming unfinished stories.
Spectres in the Periphery
You are not alone in the gloom. The darkest corners of Ashmore are never empty. Look quickly, and you’ll catch the fleeting glimpse of shadow figures moving just at the edge of your periphery.
These dark, silent shapes dart across hallways or stand motionless in doorways, only to vanish when you turn to face them. It’s an unnerving dance, suggesting they are watching you from a dimension just out of reach, always observing, always judging.
Faces of the Tormented
But for some, the veil is terrifyingly thin, revealing the inhabitants in horrifying detail. Visitors have come face-to-face with full-bodied apparitions—figures so solid they appear to be flesh and blood until they dissolve in a heartbeat.
The most chilling account is that of a ghostly man, believed to be a former patient, who routinely walks the second-floor hallway, his face a chilling mask of permanent distress.
Others encounter the terrifying figure of a nurse, her presence often caught standing in the former isolation wards, her energy exuding a palpable, malevolent coldness. These aren't simple shadows; they are the ghosts of the past, fully formed and actively haunting the present.
The Physical Manifestation
The haunting is physical. Cold is a constant companion, a bone-deep chill that defies the surrounding temperature. Sudden, inexplicable drops envelop you, localized cold spots often immediately followed by an overwhelming feeling of dread, or the unmistakable sense of an unseen presence standing unnervingly close.
And the objects left behind by the last occupants are not still. Items are reported to shift, slide across the floor, or even be violently thrown without explanation, as if an unseen force is manipulating the physical world around you in a show of cold, silent rage.
The most exhausting encounter, however, is the constant psychic drain. The unsettling sensation of unseen eyes upon you is a pervasive, physical pressure, as if you are being followed and scrutinized by unseen beings every step of the way.
Step into the patient rooms or isolation wards, and you'll be slammed by the intense emotional energies of those who suffered and died there—a crushing wave of sadness, fear, and anxiety.
Ashmore Estates is not a place where history sleeps. It's a place where history wakes up and stares back.
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Your intense overnight experience includes exclusive access to the Sanatorium's most active areas, hands-on training with ghost hunting equipment led by experienced investigators in small groups, dedicated free time for private exploration, a deep dive into the site's history, and provided refreshments and comfort breaks.
This is a Sleepover Event (Please bring cots if you intend on sleeping.
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Dates Available
Various Dates (Check website for specific availability)
Time. 9:00 PM – 9:00 AM (Please arrive by 8:45 PM for registration)
Location
22645 E Co Rd 1050 N, Ashmore, IL 61912, United States
Tickets $129 per person (Limited spaces available—book early to avoid disappointment!)
Age Restriction18+ only unless accompanied by an adult