If you drive down an unassuming stretch of road in central Ohio, you might miss it at first: a crumbling brick façade, half-swallowed by a century of tangled undergrowth. But step a little closer, and you’ll feel it—a profound chill that has nothing to do with the wind. This is the abandoned St. Augustine Asylum for the Disturbed, a place whose very name has become a whisper among locals, a byw...
