Door opens and closes on its own at the controversial Elan School | Is it Haunted by its evil past?

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Exploring Elan, the Remains of a Controversial School for Troubled Teens.

“After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.” -Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

As are many roads off the beaten path, Number 5 Road, is all together unassuming and benign in its existence. Well-manicured lawns, flower laden porches and echoes of child’s play line the drive toward our destination and speak with such familiarity to the nature of upper middle- class life in the peaceful and welcoming state of Maine. Such beauty within the woodland, and a seemingly perfect place to call home. As we drove quietly down the road, my mind wandered, as it so often does, to the history behind the homes that lined the path to, what we were soon to discover, was one of the most horrifically abusive places that we have ever laid our eyes upon. Were the neighbors blind to the atrocities that occurred just beyond their white picket fences? Did they not hear the panicked footsteps in the cackling autumn leaves of a child attempting to break free from the clutches that held them with such evil purpose just at the end of the drive? Were their screams muffled by the sweet sound of songbirds and the rustling of the acorns as they blew in the breeze? A small farm lies nestled just left of the road…how many broken souls sought refuge within the stalls as they pleaded with a seemingly uncaring society to free them from the hell beyond the emerald green pastures?
We had learned of this place through friends that we had met through the sweet power of social media. A couple, much like ourselves, that delve into history and the mystique of crumbling walls, history laden cemeteries and tattered doorways. Scanning through their pictures, including their own amazing adventures, silly sayings and a true love for their family, we could tell that we would connect with them right away. We spoke of our love for Maine and how we would welcome any suggestions that they might have that could quench our collective thirst for exploration. Our conversations with them led to an exploration that we would not soon forget. A place that through our research, explore and the connection that we would then feel with the Survivors, would forever hold a staggering imprint on our souls.
The end of Number 5 Road was drawing near, and soon the buildings of the, now abandoned, Elan school began to slowly come into our view.

A doorway just beyond swung slightly open as if to beckon our arrival, but our welcome was short lived. The door closed just as swiftly as it had open and we were left with the echoes of sorrow and pain.... ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ3iNWQruVA