At 8/31/11 03:12 PM, Dean wrote:
This club was formed so that people who go out exploring new places or embarking on grand adventures can share their stories, discuss their findings and post pictures of all the interesting sights they've seen along the way.
You don't have to have been climbing the Alps or exploring the Amazon Rainforest to post in here. Exploring your local area or embarking on a journey to a new city qualifies as an adventure in my eyes and it can quite often be interesting. Even walks through the local woodland areas quite often turn up some interesting discoveries or areas that you have never seen before.
So whether you love the hustle and bustle of the city or the peace and quiet of the great outdoors, please, share your stories, findings and images here.
Well, it's not so much grand, but I remember this one broken down house when I was fourteen. I remember climbing a truck, and from there, having to jump on the roof and get in through the second floor window. I looked inside, and it gave a "Family murdered + hobo probably still squatting in here" vibe. I left. The next time I went over, I went with two other friends. We found a porno mag in the backyard and we just sat and scanned these fuckin' pieces of paper with complete precision. We went inside and explored a little more. This was like a time capsule from the 70's, hell, maybe even the 50's. It reeked of "The perfect family living in the perfect dream-like world." This place was fucking spooks 24/7. The last time I went over there was with one friend (One of the two who went with me last time), and we decided to go downstairs.
The downstairs was way too scary. Cobwebs, rubble, and complete darkness. We thought we heard someone down there, so we went back upstairs. We were already scared, so we were kinda just scanning the upstairs nervously, and my friend pointed at the wall. "Dude, is that blood?" It wasn't blood, anyone could tell, but we were already pretty scared so we booked it.
Now, none of that is honestly really "Creepy", but this one small little thing is something that has stuck with me to this day. I was walking by the house, not even paying much attention to it. I heard something, a ringing. Sounded like an old phone with the classic high-pitched ring. I looked over, and low-and-be-fucking-hold, it's coming from the house. Fuck that shit man, I never went near that place again. Probably just my mind playing tricks on me, but that ring coming from the house legit Frightened me.
Fuck broken down old houses with possible knife wielding serial killers living in them.