Bothin Youth Center

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This land once held a Native American reservation, then a hospital building for tuberculosis patients. It is now a Girl Scouts camp. Reports say that the ghost of a nurse has been seen pushing a cart in the hallways. Native American apparitions and screams and moans have been witnessed as well.

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Geographic Information

Address:
3125 Sir Francis Drake Blvd
Fairfax, CA 94930
United States

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GPS:
38.0038055, -122.62014629999999
County:
Marin County, California
Nearest Towns:
Woodacre, CA (1.5 mi.)
Sleepy Hollow, CA (2.0 mi.)
Fairfax, CA (2.1 mi.)
San Geronimo, CA (2.5 mi.)
Lucas Valley-Marinwood, CA (3.5 mi.)
San Anselmo, CA (3.8 mi.)
Lagunitas-Forest Knolls, CA (4.0 mi.)
Ross, CA (4.6 mi.)
Kentfield, CA (4.9 mi.)
Santa Venetia, CA (5.2 mi.)

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  1. My mother was our Girl Scout leader back in 1965 when our troop visited this place for a weekend. I was/am an empath, but I did not feel any spiritual activity on the night we were there. I can tell you that the sheets on the old beds in that sanitarium had ancient rust and blood stains on them, though. We were all creeped out way more by the history of it as it was related to us. I never heard the American Indian part before tonight!

  2. I have a friend who’s father used to manage this Girl Scout camp, as well as another camp nearby. As kids, we would play around on all of the different properties on a daily basis. One day, we were playing hide and seek at the Bothin property, and heard strange noises when we would hide alone. At one point, a sink even turned on by itself- with no explanation. Still, to this day, I haven’t experienced anything quite like this. Creepy!!!!!!

  3. Once, I slept here alone during a free weekend as a camp counselor from out-of-state. I slept alone in a cabin with all the lights on – terrified! TERRIFIED!

  4. I stayed here when i was 10 or 11 as a girl scout. Me and the other girls were by the bedrooms upstairs playing hide and seek when we all saw a woman in white clothes we instantly went running down the stairs to our troupe leader screaming. I never thought about it again until i came across this 12 years later, i have chills down my spine reading that this place used to be a hospital.

  5. I have been the only person there and have heard children running along the outside porch between buildings. Another time I witnessed a tether ball go back and forth around the pole…no wind. A friend of mine who is sensitive, saw the child…lots of things happen there. My daughter has seen the woman in white.

  6. If you ask me, I’ll tell you I’m not a person who believes in ghosts or paranormal stuff. I think it’s all hoaxes, hogwash, and hysteria. I’ve seen or felt anything that could convince me otherwise. That’s what I believe. Exceeeeeept….
    Then I remember Bothin.

    I don’t think I can start to explain how awful it is to stay there. I grew up using the facility and spending the night around 5-10 times each year. As I grew up I started volunteering to help with events and camps there.
    I refuse to spend the night.

    Let’s start with the little stuff.
    You can hear the metal cart bing pushed. If you experience something paranormal there, that is the most likely thing that you’ll hear. The next most likely is: lights turning on and off ( having been someone setting up for an event with friends, I can tell you nobody was inside the building as we stood in the courtyard and watched lights methodically turn on, then off)
    The sound of buzz. Almost like a cruddy electric door bell or a joke hand-shake buzzer. Not sustained, just occasional.

    Those were not the things that scared me the most. When I was little (6-9), before I knew the history of the buildings, I would wake up in the middle of the night, stiff as a board. It didn’t matter how many other people were there sleeping in the beds next to me; I would be paralyzed by fear. From head to toe my body and mind were saturated with dread. I would lay like this until I almost instantly blacked out, almost like fainting.

    The thing that made me stop staying there was when I was 17. Some friends and I were all staying in a room, joking around and all of those kinds of camp shenanagins counselors get up to. I decided to go to sleep early, so I fell asleep while the other girls chattered away. Hands down, it was the best night of sleep I had ever gotten while sleeping there. That morning I had woken up, feeling totally free of my fear of the place. “Pssshhht, I’m so glad I can now spend the night without issue like a grown-ass adult. I slept like a rock!” I thought to myself as I made my cup of coffee in the morning. The feeling only lasted the 5 foot journey between the table with the coffee on it and the table I sat down at to eat. That’s when they all grumbled at me.

    The next morning, they told me about what had happened. You see, they thought I had been playing a joke on them. In the wee hours of the morning, only two were still awake, whispering and laughing. That’s when I began to talk. Not at all garbled or quiet, I said, “The machine.”
    They looked over at me. I was laying away from them on my side.
    “huh?” one asked, not sure what was happening.
    “The machine.”
    I sat up, eyes open, swung my legs over the bed to face the center of the room where their beds were.
    I began repeating, clearly, loudly, and with growing force:
    “The machine.
    The machine.
    The Machine.
    The MACHINE.”
    At this point my talking had woken the other girls in the room, but I continued.
    “THE MACHINE.
    THE MACHINE.
    THE MACHINE.
    THE MACHINE.”
    Then, after a pause, in a slightly quieter, but still loud voice I stated:
    “It’s here.”
    After a few moments, they all rolled their eyes, ready to ignore what seemed to be a case of extremely obnoxious and strange sleep talking. Just as they had begun to turn away they heard it. In the corner of the room, this venting tube began to bang and vibrate violently, they say it carried on for 20-30 seconds, then it stopped as suddenly as it started.
    They figured it had to have been a prank or something.

    It wasn’t.

  7. My house as a kid was down the street. My dad taught me how to ride my bike on the property. We had permission from the care taker.
    Very creepy feeling, everytime I fell off my bike I would look up at the windows of the building. I felt like ALLOT of eyes were watching me. This was the early 80s and building was empty at the time. I had no idea of the history (I was a kid) but reading this article put it all together for me as an adult.

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