Robyn Coffins

Some places don’t just haunt you.
They recognize you.

Pennhurst has always felt different to me.
Not like a tourist stop. Not like a haunted attraction. Something heavier. Familiar. Like the building remembers me before I remember myself. Past life? Residual energy? Trauma baked into brick and rust? Who knows.

All I know is every time I walk those halls, something in me goes quiet… and something else wakes up.

This weekend was Paracon 2026.
The Warren Museum Experience.
The real Annabelle doll sitting behind glass like a loaded gun with pigtails. Endless hallways. Red lights. That strange feeling that somebody is standing just behind you even when nobody is there.

I took a ridiculous amount of photos and honestly… some of them feel less like pictures and more like evidence.

Uploads are coming soon.
Pennhurst got under my skin again. 🖤