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Pine Breeze 1992 Before they tore it down but it history begins as early as late 1800' Abandoned Lupton building at former Pine Breeze Sanatorium was located on Hamilton Avenue in North Chattanooga.

Originally a tuberculosis hospital from 1913-1968, Abandoned over 55 years it became a hospital for emotionally disturbed children in 1968 known as the Pine Breeze Center. It closed 1982 and reopened at Moccasin Bend Mental Health Institute , Town House's now tower over It's ground.


Hers are a few post I found about others that remember it

Its History : As 0f 1990's

Is as dark as place was its self!

 Located off Memorial Drive, this once impressive fortress is to be no more,but the souls of those once housed there still remain. The legend is that when the facility closed the doors, there was no place to send the more disturbed of the patients . Pine Breeze not only took in TB patients, but those with mental disturbances as well. They were left there, chained (as was practice in the times before mental illnesses were truly recognized)to die. Many claimed when visiting the sight before it was demolished, to see the shackles visible through the lower level windows. Bloody claw marks etched into the brick of the cells bore further testament to the treatment of those once housed there. An overwhelming feeling of sadness visits itself upon many who come to see the ghosts of Pine Breeze Orbs and other unexplainable photo phenomena have occurred at this site. But if you wish to see what's left, you better hurry! Construction of new town homes is set to begin any time. I do wonder what living there will be like???????


Thursday, September 22, 2011

Pine Breeze (originally created Nov 11, 2010)

I grew up in Chattanooga, TN. Not a very exciting place to live, but it did have its share of ghost stories, especially surrounding the Civil War. This story, however, has nothing to do with the Civil War. It has to do with the abandoned TB hospital/Insane Asylum in North Chattanooga. It was called Pine Breeze. 

The site I linked is likely making the place seem much more barbaric than it actually was, but after visiting the place, I am prepared to believe anything. 

In 1993, a group of four of us ventured to Pine Breeze to get high and creeped out. My friends with me were Alex, Alicia, and Jenny. We had been there before, and had ventured inside one of the buildings, but it was an uneventful experience. The driveway up to the asylum branched off the street and went up a steep incline on the side of a big hill. A small mountain, if you will. The driveway was very narrow, and there was no guardrail to protect us as we ascended the steep incline. The ravine to our left continued getting deeper as we kept driving further upward.

As the road widened, three buildings appeared. They looked like no one had been in them for at least 50 years. If I remember correctly, they were a deep red colored brick. The windows were busted out and the door was gone from one or two of them. The road continued winding up the "mountain." Two more buildings on either side of us looked just as decrepit as the three before. Finally we reached the top, and the ground leveled out. The top of the hill was grassy, except for the dirt road we traveled on to get there. If we continued down the road, we would descend into darkness where one more building stood in deep shadows. 

We stopped the car and smoked. The sky was moments from dusk. Alex, the driver of the car, decided he wanted to get out of the car and walk down the street to where the one last building was. I was scared and declined the invitation, but Jenny thought it sounded like a great plan. Alicia stayed behind with me. Alex and Jenny skipped off and left us in the car. 

We sat in the car with the windows down and listened to the complete silence. Not a single insect or bird made a sound. I had never heard such utter stillness. As the sun started going down, and our friends had been gone for about 20 or 30 minutes, Alicia and I started getting scared. We wanted to get the car started and drive down to find them. but Alex kept the keys. 

We waited for about five more minutes, giggling nervously, before finally deciding to get out of the car and walk. The sun was halfway down. We walked down the surprisingly steep dirt road as it curved down the hill and to the left. As the road leveled out again, the last building appeared. It stood on our left and was nearly entirely surrounded by trees. Trees lined the other side of the road behind us. It was getting dark, but it was still light enough to see around us. Alex and Jenny suddenly burst out of the doorway of the building, from the which the door had been torn off long ago. Alex grabbed my shoulders and gasped, "Amy, you HAVE to see this!" He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the dilapidated, crumbling brick building.

The floor around the perimeter of the large room was littered with debris, such as smashed toilets and sinks, toilet seats, and floor tiles. The floor itself was concrete The debris was cleared so approximately 15 square feet of floor was exposed. On this exposed section was a pentagram, made from broken chunks of concrete and white stone. In the center of it was a scorched spot, where it looked as if something had been burned. The walls were splashed with a red substance that looked like blood. (Not sayin' it was, just telling you what I saw.) Some sections of the wall appeared to have unreadable words written with the stuff. 

I don't know how long I stood there, absorbing what I was seeing. I had heard rumors that "Satanists" would come to Pine Breeze and sacrifice goats or whatever the hell, but I never really believed it. This made me rethink the rumors. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I turned and ran in slow motion out of the building where Alicia and Jenny were waiting. I was consumed by terror. The sun was nearly down by this time. What remained of the sun was behind the building, where the last of the light was trapped. We ran. 

I have never run so fast in my life. The road was so steep that we nearly felt the urge to use our hands to help us climb faster. A lifetime later we reached the car and sped out of there as quickly as humanly possible.

I never returned to Pine Breeze after that experience. One night in 1995, with a different group of friends, I tried to return, but the place was under demolition. The far end of the road was blocked right before it opened up to the first buildings. We had to go down the long, narrow driveway with the chasm of death next to us... in reverse. In complete darkness. It was a vomit-in-your-lap kind of moment, especially since my friend Lauren and I were riding in the back of a pickup truck. 

Wish I could give you more information. Can't find it.




Reader Seeks Records of Pine Breeze Sanatorium

Monday, May 03, 2010 - by Harmon Jolley

Pine Breeze Sanatorium treated many TB patients during its years of operation (chartered in 1909; closed in 1968). 

A previous Memories article on the Pine Breeze Sanatorium

( continues to generate e-mails from readers.

Several have recalled either being a tuberculosis patient at Pine Breeze, or related the story of a family member.

A reader is attempting to find information on a grandmother who may have died at Pine Breeze in 1925 or 1926. He wonders whatever happened to the patient records of Pine Breeze.

I would like to know the answer to this, too, since my paternal grandfather was treated there for tuberculosis. According to my aunt, he also received an experimental treatment that was reported in the local newspapers. My grandfather eventually recovered from tuberculosis, but passed away 


Tuberculosis is a disease of the lungs which mankind has had to contend with throughout history. Once called “consumption,” it is an infectious bacterial disease that has afflicted many over the years. Tennessee was often ranked among the top states in incidence of TB, with Hamilton County frequently being the top county within the state.

Easily spread via crowded, unsanitary living conditions, tuberculosis was a plague among the urban poor. However, TB did not respect one’s station in life, for authors (George Orwell, Eugene O’Neill) to presidents (Ulysses Grant and Andrew Jackson) suffered from the disease. I recall that Atlanta Braves outfielder Rico Carty missed the entire 1968 season while recuperating from TB. before I was born.



 Pine Breeze Sanatorium," now razed, just to the south of Chattanooga High 

School (now Chattanooga liberal arts .... Roberson, Johnny T, 07/06/1936, 09/25/

1999 ...


In the mid 80's in the South, there was a huge phenomenon of middle class white kids partaking in the culture surrounding satanic rites, devil worshiping and Aleister Crawley. The crown jewel in this type of debauchery in Chattanooga, TN was an abandoned hospital called Pine Breeze.

Pine Breeze began life in the early 1900's as a Tuberculosis hospital. People went there to die. As the century progressed, Pine Breeze took on more "incurables" such as the criminally insane. The legend is, that when the hospital first closed in the late 20's that some of the patients were left, chained to the floors and walls to die because there was no money and no one to care for them. When I heard the stories of kids who had visited the terrifying place,  this project was born. 

One of the things I wonder about the most is the legitimacy of any of the claims of supernatural forces at work there, of people really coming away cursed. My research has led me to lots of history and speculation about the hospital but formal medical records are all but gone. 

However, in the 1960's the hospital re- opened for the purpose of treating emotionally disturbed children. One of the treatment options for the kids was participation in a project to create a series of museum quality recordings of the songs of all the nearby East TN mountain people. It worked. When this film is complete, these recordings will support the soundtrack.

I need funding to write this film, hire some people and begin production. Thanks in advance!



Linxs About  Pine Breeze  

THE DRY VALLEY MESSENGER PDF    Volume 5, Issue 2  Look On pages 2 and  5 

This Is a News Paper like On or about the time Hill Pointe Town Homes was built.

Ruth Cofer Cemetery, Hamilton County Tennessee

Is believed to be In the ravine below Pine Breeze Sanatorium

Chattanooga Potters Field


Four And Twenty Black Birds 


Although she was orphaned at birth, Eden Moore is never alone. Three dead women watch from the shadows, bound to protect her from harm. But in the woods a gunman waits, convinced that Eden is destined to follow her wicked great-grandfather--an African magician with the power to curse the living and raise the dead. Now Eden must decipher the secret of the ghostly trio before a new enemy more dangerous 

than the fanatical assassin destroys what is left of her family. She will sift through lies in a Georgian ante-bell um mansion and climb through 

the haunted ruins of a 19Th century hospital, 

desperately seeking the truth that will 

save her beloved aunt from the curse 




The Road From Pine Breeze

A shroud of silence fell over us as we traveled through the streets

of downtown Chattanooga,across the Tennessee River, and then

 turned onto the long,

winding road 

which gradually rose to the top 


Stringer’s Ridge and led to Pine Breeze Tuberculosis Sanatorium.

 Emma Bell Miles (1879-1919) 

was a writer, poet, and artist whose works capture the essence

 of the natural world and the culture of  Southern Appalachia.