this morning #2039.

this morning, we crossed over two sets of railroad tracks. lifted up a loose section of a fence & crawled underneath. hurried across the property to an abandoned building on the far side. although i’ve been in here a ton, i still get the creeps from this place every time. once an asylum. deserted for a couple decades now except for the shattered vibes. shiver scratch marks carved into many of the walls. plants wriggling out of every single crack. we keep coming back here regardless, drawn in by that very same untamed aura. seven horror-movie worthy floors to explore. i’d say that we’ve searched a third of it. no dead bodies so far but we did find a box of possible torture devices. eerie. genuine old school asylum type stuff.