In the hospital itself there were no observations of anything paranormal happening at all, however there are five actives in there that I did sense, along with hundreds and hundreds of imprints. Now understand, this is all subjective, and based only on my feelings and intuition.

The actives were three "inmates" in hospital gowns, one doctor, and a lady about 35-ish, also in a hospital gown, with shoulder length dark hair. I say inmates for the first three, though they had in fact been patients, psych patients I believe, but they were, and are, forbidden from leaving. There is the ghost of a doctor reported on the premises, but I've not heard a physical description of him, though sensed one: At about 5' 9", he looks to be about 50 years old, salt and pepper hair with matching beard, both with more pepper than salt, and glasses, not worn, but rather on a chain leash and dangling down on a lab coat. In relation to him I saw the color brown, so I'm making a leap here that his name was Dr. Brown. Some workers called him Dr. Frank behind his back, but his name was NOT Frank Brown. He was nicknamed Dr. Frank because for a time he had a penchant for saying things like "Let me be frank with you." and "Be frank with me," a lot. He was generally disliked, or more precisely, feared. He touched me on the shoulders at the 5th floor elevator alcove, or more accurately rushed me from behind and drained my energy to the point where my knees buckled and time seemed to slow down to half speed for about 5 seconds. I grayed out. He was shouting "Chaos, chaos! I want order, I want this (place) orderly! I hate chaos! Peace and quite!" or something to that effect.
Dr. "Frank" was a burnout. He'd begun burning out shortly after, or late in his internship or residency, and his career path reflected that, ending up at a dead end such as Linda Vista Hospital. He was there when the hospital started it's downhill plunge, and may have been partly responsible for it. I think he himself was a product of the Midwest, Missouri, I believe. When he decided to become a doctor, he had visions of having a private practice, a few well heeled clients, golf (what else), and he'd be a respected member of society. Toast of the town. Sadly, it did not turn out that way for him. At times he displayed incredible compassion for the sick, and at other times he could be cruel.

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The woman patient spirit.
Now, I noted this before I watched a clip of Ghost Adventures visit there, and when I watched that clip I was pretty sure this is the same woman Nick saw and bolted from.
My perception of her was this: she was wringing her hands, as a worried person would do, sort of in front of her, arms pointed toward the ground. "I hope you can help me...can you help me?...will you help me?...somebody please...I need help" were her urgent words, over and over.

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The psych ward.
This building, the southern most, struck me as not just a psyche ward, but that at one time or another it had been used as a dormitory. I don't know for whom or the circumstances.
This building had a heavy feeling to it, a dense curtain of emotion and despair.
The lower of the two psyche ward basements is where most of the activity was on the property, and had we been down there any longer something dramatic likely would have happened. Whatever was down there was strong, and it was taking it's time, assessing us, and building strength. I have no idea what for, or who or what it was.
What I did pick up down there was an imprint of the death of a man from hypothermia. He died under the stairs that lead down from the upper basement. He had either hidden beneath the alcoves beneath the stairs, or had been barricaded in that area. He was curled up in a fetal position and dressed only in briefs. He had beard growth and dark curly "Mike Brady" type hair. He was cold, so very cold and shivering, and when he looked up at me, he didn't turn his head, but only moved his eyes. I feel as if I was seeing this through somebody else's eyes. All that was in these alcoves now were the remains of shredded mattresses.
Another thing was an incredibly strong urge or pull to walk down the passageway that leads to the right at a right angle at the far end of the basement. It was well lit by two incandescent light bulbs, but I'm pretty sure these bulbs would have been extinguished had I ventured down this corridor. I did not go in there! The pull was nearly irresistible, as if someone was at the far end waving me in, and the air felt denser, heavier.
When we did try to leave the basement via the way we came in, we went first to the upper basement, then to the stairs to the first floor, only to find that we were in fact locked in the basement by an obstruction. A 2x4 piece of lumber had been laid on the floor in front of the outward opening door, and the other end of the wood was against the far wall. I'm told that stick of lumber had been leaning against the far wall opposite the door when we went down there. Everybody swears that nobody was in the building while we were, and that they had not locked us in, and I believe it.  So either there was somebody in the building nobody knew about, or it was a paranormal event. I didn't feel anything paranormal above us when were down in the lower basement, just that which was sharing the basement with us. I remembered that lighted corridor leading from the lower basement when we discovered we were locked in, and how it was pulling me to it, wanting me to enter. I thought it might lead to an alternate exit, but if something paranormal had locked us in, there was no way I was going to walk that lower corridor in search of an exit unless I absolutely had to. Until then it was only an option. Luckily we were able escape via the door we entered from.

Upon finishing I did a quick (and stern) blessing to keep anything from this property from following anyone home, basically telling the actives that they were bound to the property. What's odd about this is the very strong feedback I got, unlike anything I've ever experienced. On man spoke back..."Ah nuts, again!" while kicking at a rock only he could see. Another said "Mister, we caint leave no how, no way." I got an impression of somebody really good, really powerful, speaking a prayer that was intended to free all of them, but in fact made many stick to the building. Or free some and not others. Could be two different set of circumstances at two different times.

This is posted so that future researchers or investigators, including ourselves, can study it, learn from it, disprove or "debunk" it, and compare their findings to test this account's veracity.

That's all folks. It was a unique experience, one I will keep with me the rest of my days.