I am not usually one to spook easily. Going to an abandoned hospital is defiantly the closest to the creeps that I’ve been for a while. My friend Elliot had gone the night before with a few other people, but they didn’t make it far. The long leave covered path is eerie enough during the day. We circle the building looking for an entrance. The main stairway still works.
Inside, the air is damp and cold. Walls of ancient plaster swell like sponges with the moisture and each turn brings a thousand more feelings to the pit of my stomach. Graffiti covers everything. As we decide to head out, our casual conversation falls silent at the sounds of other footsteps. We wait for them to leave before moving quickly and quietly back down the way we came.
Hell yeah! I'm happy this story made it to the blog stage of your life. It seems like anytime I do anything I think—could this be a blog? And then I remember the fact that these blogs must stay school appropriate and pass on writing anything relating to whatever certain events happened. As much as I can outrightly condone your actions, just stay safe! It'd be unfortunate to go to court or to break both your legs.
ReplyDeleteI love to explore and sometimes the places I explore are off limits, but that's what makes the adventure better. It is awesome that you did this during the spooky season which probably made the experience a lot better. Like Adam said though just be careful when doing these things, I had a similar experience in a abandoned barn where the floor caved in a little. Luckily we didn't fall through.
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