It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra.

Kings Park. I grew up on Long Island, right outside of the Kings Park Psychiatric Center, home with the legend of Cropsy.

I was always a good kid, never broke any rules, never really pushed the limits of what was and wasn't allowed.

But recently, I moved home after graduating from college

and just started looking for a job in NYC.

Throughout my college years, I struggled with anxiety

and depression, which led me to being medicated to control it.

Through this entire ordeal all I could think about was the poor children of Kings Park and what they must have gone through.

Some of them just had anxiety,

a common ailment in today's society

and one that's completely manageable.

And yet they were stuffed inside an insane asylum

which was overcapacity by a thousand people and treated like animals.

This revelation that I got extremely lucky has always been on my mind.

If I had been born just a couple of decades earlier and in the same area, who knows what may have happened to me?

On the hinges of self-awareness, I decided to break the rules for once in my life.

I had to visit Kings Park and see what it was for myself.

For those of you who don't live in the New York area, Kings Park has a gate around it.

It's situated in the middle of a wooded area, but it's not like there's guards and an electric fence or anything.

It's private property, so you're not supposed to trespass, but I can't say that almost my entire high school didn't go anyway.

But I never did. I was always

too terrified of the legends and Cropsy in particular. I'll tell the story of

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