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aplEx 03/07/10 (Sat) 13:01:43 #9553015

So, I'm an urban explorer. Urbexer for short. For those of you that don't know what the hell that even is, let me give you a quick summary.


Photo I took in an abandoned hospital.

Urbexers are those kinda people who'll check out those creepy, usually abandoned, places out in god knows where. Sometimes they're in a local forest, sometimes they're in the sewers, but the main thing is that these places are almost always left alone. Here's an example of what would be one of those abandoned places, prime age for exploring.

At this point, some of you might think "ohh, but this is illegal!! why would you want to break the law??" or whatever, I don't know. Sure, it's illegal, but that doesn't take away the fact that urbexing is fun as hell.

Now that I've given you a quick run-down of what we do, I'll get into the main reason of why I decided to post here.

Not too long ago, I visited one of my old friends from high school. We're both urbexers, and it's been a few years since we've last seen each other. We thought it'd be a good idea to meet up, maybe explore some abandoned areas while we're together. So we organized some plans, bought a few plane tickets, and flew all the way to Mississippi. My friend lives all the way at Greenville, while I lived over at Canada, Vancouver to be precise. I planned to stay a couple weeks, visit some other friends and family while I was there too. But for the meantime, I was going to stay an entire week over at my friends' - let's call him Dylan.

Anyways, once I got all the way to Dylan's, we immediately thought up some plans to go urbexing. We compiled a list of all the unexplored places near us at the time and eventually settled with a quarantined area out in the backwoods of Greenville. But we couldn't go in there alone, the place was too big for two people to explore by themselves, so had to get some other people to join us.

Apparently, there was this entire urbex community in Mississippi that Dylan was a part of. Taking that into account, he contacted two other people and we managed to get a group of four to explore with us.

But let's cut to the chase.

When we got to the area, the place was fenced off. That's pretty normal. Whenever we go urbexing, a lot of the shit is either fenced off, walled off, etc. Whatever it is, it's cut off from the public. But we're urbexers, a simple fence isn't going to stop us from wanting to explore this place for adventure.

We split up, two and two. Dylan and I, and the other two went our separate ways. I think we explored the north side of the area, while the other two explored the south side.

Oh, and I forgot to mention the place was a cul-de-sac, with about seven houses total.

Of course, nothing too unusual. There's a few remnants of people who stayed the place. Probably some squatters or drifters. Empty cans of beans, beer, also a shit ton of needles that we avoid. God knows what they were used for. But let me tell ya, other than all that, the place was barren as hell. Quite a disappointment, really.

Later, Dylan and I met up with the other two, and they had a hell of an exploration, definitely better than our side. We ran out of time, so we couldn't explore each others' respective areas, but with the way the other explorers acted, we ended up telling others about the cul-de-sac.

Remember that urbex community I was talking about earlier? That's where we spread all the information. Apparently the area became a hot spot for a while, and people ended up making small maps and databases, compiling stuff like landmarks and points of interest. When I took a look at the map other people made, the south side obviously had a lot more to it compared to the north.

Anyways, people ended up coming and going with the area. With the amount of people there, I wasn't able to go back there and really enjoy the south side. I'd have to wait until the hype died down, or at least, way less people start going there.

Lo and behold, that did not happen.

Literally a day or two after the map was posted, somebody finds the original plans for the cul-de-sac. What it's supposed to look like, how many houses are supposed to be there, etc. When I compared the original plans to the current map people made, there was this one house that was in the middle of nowhere. A few yards away, north side, from the cul-de-sac at most. From what I gathered, apparently a few others have already found the place, but never entered due to the severe state it's in.

If there's asbestos in the area, it is coming from that house.

So, excited as I am, I decide to go explore the area again. I needed a spotter to come with, can't check out the place by myself. Unfortunately, Dylan was out for the week, so I had to contact one of the urbex community people - we'll call them Tyler.

Tyler and I meet up later. We had to get to the area asap, but we were lacking gear. The place was in disrepair after all, so we figured getting at least a respirator and some protective gear would help. With all that said and done, Tyler and I entered the area. Only this time, not for the cul-de-sac, but for the house placed in such a horrid state that it's in now.

Now here's the (finally) interesting part: When I enter the house, it smelled absolutely fucking disgusting. I kid you not, the place smelled like a rat's ass and a bunch of dogshit piled on top of each other. It was bad enough to almost make me puke the entire time I was in there. The fact that there were a bunch of rodents didn't help either.

The house itself? It was somewhat small. There's no attic, no second floor, it's just a regular ranch-style house you'd see back in the 90's. That being said, there wasn't a lot of room for exploration. I remember seeing a hatch in one of the closets though. Tyler and I tried to open it, thing wouldn't budge.

Yada yada, the place was oddly barren when I explored it. Save for the dead rats and mice scattered throughout the house, there really wasn't much to it. Sorta like all the past houses before this one. At this point though, I hadn't explored the entirety of the house, so it was an early thought.

I will say, however, the place was pretty damn creepy. The floor was pretty roughed up, and the walls… they weren't that bad actually, surprisingly. The walls looked pretty clean, except for the fact that there were a bunch of cobwebs and shit on them. It's a bit weird, thinking back on it, but they really were pretty clean. Despite that, the place still had that weird horror charm to it, like something a slasher would stay in.

Now, hear this, apparently somebody has been living in this place, and fairly recently at that. They aren't there no more, but when we entered the dining room; there was a bunch of plates, definitely enough for a group of four. You might think: "but you said there were a bunch of cans and stuff earlier, what's the difference?" Here's the thing. The utensils were new, like brand new. And that's damn weird, considering the past houses all had old cans and beer bottles. Fresh plates are something I'd never expect in an abandoned house from the 90's.

To make it even weirder, in the past there have been a bunch of missing cases linked to this area in the past. Evidently, the people who entered the area seemed to be living perfectly fine lives, and showed no signs of stress. Stress as in, familial discord, existential crises, etc. Yet, all the cases were filed as runaways, which is completely odd. I'd reckon the missing people have got to be staying here at the time, the clean utensils and missing cases just link up, and in an uncanny coincidental way.

But all that stuff is for another story. They're just the supplements.

Slightly disappointed, Tyler and I started to head back and recuperate. Maybe explore the south side a bit more instead of the house. Apart from the hatch, we didn't find much to go off of. We thought of bringing some kind of tool to force open the metal hatch once we got back, but for the meantime, we'd settled for going out to eat.

While I was on the way out, I ended up tripping on a pothole in the broken floor. Crashed into a wall.

Sound a bit underwhelming? Don't worry. The wall was really weak, like, styrofoam weak. The damn thing made a outline of my body when I fell into it. But even then, I felt a bunch of objects falling on me. And I mean a bunch of objects. It felt like when you dump a bunch of legos onto yourself, if you've ever done that as a kid.

It was teeth.

Just teeth. And a lot of it too. They fell out when I crashed into the wall, but most of it was lodged right in the damn center of the asbestos in the wall. So much so than there could have been people living in the houses, if any. I broke down a few other walls to make sure it wasn't just that one I crashed into. Same thing. A bunch of teeth.

I freaked the fuck out. Tyler and I ran out of the place right away, back to the entrance of the cul-de-sac. To keep it short, we never went back to that place, and warned the entire urbex community about that house. We even went to the local police station and reported our findings. As of writing, I think they're still trying to figure out what the hell happened in that damn place.

Anyways, the main takeaway from this?

Don't go urbexing alone.