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Any of you guys ever do anything like this? Trespassing to “hunt” ghosts I mean? I never did that I can remember, even though this whole thing is sort of based on stuff I did do.
There are tons of derelict structures out here. Just abandoned homes surrounded by dead trees and the filth deposited there for years and years. Some places where people still live have huge sections of abandoned buildings just rotting on the property. Tons of disused farm equipment and cars are littered around. The ditches have places where cars just stuck up, half buried, in the silt. There’s also appliances cast in. Just rusting quietly and impeding the flow of water from time to time. The weird thing is that even though the locals treat the area like a giant dump I still think if you just started wandering around they’d chase you off. Even though they clearly don’t give a shit about their surroundings they don’t want you mucking about on them. Kind of like how a little kid has no interest in a toy until another one shows interest in it. Suddenly the toy in question becomes valuable beyond measure.
Arguing doesn’t say who’s right, just who is willing to talk about their opinion without giving up.
I’m with John. If it’s unlocked, it’s okay.
My friends and I used to do stuff like this back in high school all the time. Not necessarily ghost hunting, though we did that with particularly creepy places. I never felt too bad about it because nobody cared about these places. We were using them. It was fun. You’d often find all sorts of interesting things. We never got in trouble either, but we lived in a pretty rural place though, so I guess nobody ever noticed.
In my home town there was a tiny little house out in the woods. When I say tiny I mean it was a fully Functioning two story house that was only about ten feet tall. It had a tiny little kitchen and tiny little living room and tiny stairs to a tiny bedroom. No roads or paths leading to it. It was like a little midget hermits house from the 70’s. Creepiest fucking thing EVER! We used to take girls out there to scare the bajeezuz out of them lol.
We actually had an abandoned school in my hometown as well.
Unfortunately, it was converted into a performing arts theater long before I was old enough to do any “investigating”.
Come to think of it, there are a lot of abandoned buildings in Yerington I wish I’d had the chance to explore before they were knocked down or refurbished, like the Yerington Hotel and that old house near Dini’s.
I don’t believe in ghosts (at least not in the traditional sense), but it still would have been cool to see what was there.
I guess there’s still some of the old mine buildings in Weed Heights…
Oops, I meant to post that as a regular comment.
But I did mean to reply to yours separately, because your story is interesting.
What do you think this building you saw was? Was it actually for midgets, or do you think it might have been somebody’s kid’s playhouse?
There was a pink house, downtown, right next to the bank. It was abandoned after the owner was arrested, but my friends and I scoured it more than a couple times, top to bottom.
It was awesome~
Funny thing about trespassing laws: It doesn’t matter if the door is unlocked. Not to mention the possability of safety issues with the building, especially if you didn’t tell anyone you were there. Of course, in this day and age cell phone usage and coverage is all but universal, but still, there are plenty of issues that can make them unusable or inaccessible. And that’s beyond the moral implications of wandering around someone else’s place uninvited.
As for those areas that are basically dumps… Well, sometimes the locals chase you off not because of sudden interest, but because there are hidden dangers. Sinkholes, snake nests, the hidden corpse of old uncle Charlie…. er… I mean C.H.U.D.s…. Y’know, dangerous stuff that’s totally not made up or ripped off from cheesy 80’s movies….
And yeah, sometimes they’re just chasing people off. I remember one time I was driving out of Holcomb and thought a road went through to the main highway, but it turned out to be a farmer’s private road. Moron cut me off, yelled for me to get off his property, then refused to allow me to turn around when I apologized for my error (there might have been a sign. If not, well, it was still his property and all, so I figured I may as well be polite about it), and started calling the cops. So I drove through his crops to get turned around and never heard any more about it. Wish I knew the moron’s name, though, so I could call people that when I think they are imbecilic douche-bags.
Ever read the book “In Cold Blood” by Truman Capote? That may be why the farmer guy did what he did.
We lived in the town next to where those murders took place. We’re both familiar with the book.
Yeah, he didn’t do it because of that. If anything, it was more related to common teenaged douche-baggery, but it still didn’t excuse his ass-hattishness. I understand being upset, I understand wanting us gone, I don’t understand why he’d rather we run over his crops than just back up a few inches and let us out along the road/path/drive area (whatever it’s called. Don’t remember if I had to slip into 4 wheel drive for it, but I don’t think so)
I never did anything like that (I’m far too rule abiding for my own good), but I do know of people who have. One of my friends once looted an old abandoned house, and a fairly recently shut down but still old school (One that I actually went to when it was a school; it was a bit derelict even then) was often used for paintball or other games before it got torn down.
(*sigh*) I know John really has morals — but they’re the sad little lessons he learns after he screws up. Working security years ago, we used to call that tool the Master Key.
Actually, I have done pretty much what the gang is up to. When we were younger, my brothers and I would poke around in abandoned houses and sheds deep in the woods of Connecticut. You’d be surprised how many old folks were living ‘off the grid’ in the 1960s — in tumbledown Unabomber-style one room shacks up in the woods. When my sister and brother-in-law bought their property thirty years ago, they had a resident living along the gas pipeline behind the place. He shuffled off decades ago and the house lasted only a few years before collapsing into its own foundation. Anyway, once the buildings were vacant for a year or so, we’d poke around; partly to see if they left anything behind (almost never, but we always left anything we found) and more so out of curiosity. It was our glimpse into how the ‘other half’ lived.
We always liked to poke around after a fire, too. A classmate’s house burned to the ground when I was in Middle School, and we were in the basement, stirring the ashes before they were even cool. Mom called it scruffling, but I’ve never heard the word used in that way berfore or since. One of her family neologisms, I suppose.
Years later, an old factory someone had converted to retail (literally, a bargain basement) burned. While the building still stood, everything was smoke damaged, and my brother and I ‘cleaned up’ at the fire sale. I recall buying a lamp and a ton of model paint, all of which was sooty but serviceable.
I’ve done some Urban Exploration (and ‘tresspassing with a camera’). UrbEx is very popular on Flickr lately, and I have a few photos of the old Colt Firearms building I need to upload.
Is it wrong that I think not arguing a point makes you more right? I mean technically then you’re not necessarily proven wrong
I can’t even count the number of times my friends and I broke into the abandoned Primary Children’s Hospital to “Hunt Ghosts”.
Just the abandoned dog food plant I told you about.
I think that John’s only half-right. If the door is -open- then it is okay to go in, all gung-ho. That way, the ghosts have the chance to slam it shut right behind him when he goes in.
Did some urban exploration once in an old abandoned hotel, pretty wild