We all sometimes go to places, and we see stuff or hear things which makes us to never go there ever again. Some stuff happens or whatever and then you don't go anywhere for a while.
Holy shit, that would make me quit urbexing altogether... That's quite a story.
I went urbexing for the first time ever yesterday, was about to enter a 5-story building that my friend and I thought was abandoned when we saw a head poke out of the fourth floor. Apparently there was a construction worker there. He was super pissed, started freaking out because he thought we cut down the barbed wire (we actually just walked around it...) and called the cops so we got out of there ASAP. We didn't notice his truck because he was parked a few houses down for some reason.
Edit: There also wasn't a single No Trespassing sign, but we couldn't talk any sense into him even after explaining we were just here to take pictures for our blog.
[QUOTE=GreenIguana;44107857]Holy shit, that would make me quit urbexing altogether... That's quite a story.
I went urbexing for the first time ever yesterday, was about to enter a 5-story building that my friend and I thought was abandoned when we saw a head poke out of the fourth floor. Apparently there was a construction worker there. He was super pissed, started freaking out because he thought we cut down the barbed wire (we actually just walked around it...) and called the cops so we got out of there ASAP. We didn't notice his truck because he was parked a few houses down for some reason.
Edit: There also wasn't a single No Trespassing sign, but we couldn't talk any sense into him even after explaining we were just here to take pictures for our blog.[/QUOTE]
Construction workers and police are common whenever anyone goes urbexing.
Just follow my friend's rule- "Run like motherfucking hell".
The abandoned peat processing facility in Burns Bog. It's smack in the middle of the most unstable region and all the bridges and roads were taken out decades ago.
Takes two hours to walk in, you're going to get very wet (and VERY dirty) and you're under the flight path for two different airports so if you aren't careful you'll have some schmo in a helicopter report you into the police because most people wandering around the bog are travelling to/from one of the many grow-ops hidden in the foliage.
[sp]Your reward after all that is the remains of a barge with bits of broken machinery, pipes and rail carts scattered about.[/sp]
I dunno man, that reward sounds pretty fuckin cool though.
[QUOTE=BRS;44106423]We all sometimes go to places, and we see stuff or hear things which makes us to never go there ever again. Some stuff happens or whatever and then you don't go anywhere for a while.
For me it has to be one place I went to in Argentina. I don't remember where it might be Mendosa but I don't know. Anywhere I went there and saw a building. Completely abandoned no police anywhere. So I went to the basement and then I saw a freaking group in robes and hoods sitting down in a circular position. The room was lit with only one candle and they were chanting some crap. So then one of them noticed me and I tried to run but then there was a fucking guy who had a knife with dry blood on it at the top of the stairs. So i was stuck. I fucking ran up the stairs and pushed the guy so I can go. He slashed at me and I got a cut, which is still there as a scar today. It was on my foot and it hurt like shit. Anyway I ran to my bike and rode away while all of them ran towards me. Luckily I escaped. It was a mountainous area. The building was about three stories tall, and there was two. Both abandoned. No police. I am looking for a picture as I type this.[/QUOTE]
Pics of scar please
[QUOTE=Original User;44135664]Pics of scar please[/QUOTE]
What kind of a question is that? Why would you want to see a scar on my body? The hell?
[QUOTE=BRS;44142812]What kind of a question is that? Why would you want to see a scar on my body? The hell?[/QUOTE]
It's a sick fetish
Finland...You never want to go there.
Oh man, that original post sounds straight out of a horror movie, you need to write that down.
Also, lucky you didn't catch anything from that cut with a dirty knife.
I went ubran exploring in the back of my fridge once. Never again.
[QUOTE=Hanso;44159085]I went ubran exploring in the back of my fridge once. Never again.[/QUOTE]
Ubran exploring sounds interesting. I've been urban exploring before, but not this ubran exploring you speak of.
I kid :v:
[QUOTE=BRS;44142812]What kind of a question is that? Why would you want to see a scar on my body? The hell?[/QUOTE]
I wanna see it. Where is it?
[QUOTE=BRS;44142812]What kind of a question is that? Why would you want to see a scar on my body? The hell?[/QUOTE]
Makes your story a bit more believable.
My buddy and I chased a few 13 year olds around an abandoned house with rubber knives until one of them was about to call the police. I think we scarred them for life.
[QUOTE=blitzown;44177735]My buddy and I chased a few 13 year olds around an abandoned house with rubber knives until one of them was about to call the police. I think we scarred them for life.[/QUOTE]
You're the type of person who gives Urbex a bad name, I see.
I live in a pretty rural place so sometimes you'll find old abandoned factories/homes In the middle of nowhere, isolated from everything and completely run down. So, a week or so ago a buddy and I came across an old complex that had been completely empty since the 80's at the end of this long dirt road. We had heard about the place before, but never really thought about checking it out, so when it was right there in front of us; we thought it might be a cool idea to explore a little.
Anyway, we pretty much walked right into this huge abandoned housing complex and started looking around. It was pretty standard stuff mostly; just a typical run down building. Then out of nowhere I got a whiff of some seriously awful stuff. Wondering what the smell was I started trying to seek it out, following the scent. My buddy followed.
We suddenly found ourselves face to face with some really fucking weird shit. We entered a room where there were a shitload of paper clippings on the walls and windows, and right in the middle of the room, on an old table that was probably there before the place was abandoned, was a calf.
No shit, in the middle of this room was a dead, completely cut up, young calf, and a bunch of really fucking eerie looking candles surrounded it. My buddy and just kinda looked at each other, and fast walked back to the exit.
It's really kinda stuck in my memory because of the strangeness of it. I guess it would be understandable for some homeless person to steal a cow and eat it or whatever, but no. Nobody was eating this calf. The thing was cut up so precisely on the table, each limb and the head were taken off in such a precise manner that there was no way anybody was going to put that much effect into it, and then eat it. The thing was probably a few days old. Old enough to smell terrible, but not quite old enough to be attacked by wild animals yet.
Nothing too threatening or anything, just strange enough for me to not really wanna go back to that specific place.
[editline]13th March 2014[/editline]
I regret not taking a picture but I think the surprise of seeing it just kinda put exit on my priority list.
OP, why'd you cut your story out?
[QUOTE=matt000024;44222421]OP, why'd you cut your story out?[/QUOTE]
Yeah, I thought it was pretty neat. It got me looking at other urbexing posts.
-iguessthatwasntfunny-
[QUOTE=Garb;44219761]I live in a pretty rural place so sometimes you'll find old abandoned factories/homes In the middle of nowhere, isolated from everything and completely run down. So, a week or so ago a buddy and I came across an old complex that had been completely empty since the 80's at the end of this long dirt road. We had heard about the place before, but never really thought about checking it out, so when it was right there in front of us; we thought it might be a cool idea to explore a little.
Anyway, we pretty much walked right into this huge abandoned housing complex and started looking around. It was pretty standard stuff mostly; just a typical run down building. Then out of nowhere I got a whiff of some seriously awful stuff. Wondering what the smell was I started trying to seek it out, following the scent. My buddy followed.
We suddenly found ourselves face to face with some really fucking weird shit. We entered a room where there were a shitload of paper clippings on the walls and windows, and right in the middle of the room, on an old table that was probably there before the place was abandoned, was a calf.
No shit, in the middle of this room was a dead, completely cut up, young calf, and a bunch of really fucking eerie looking candles surrounded it. My buddy and just kinda looked at each other, and fast walked back to the exit.
It's really kinda stuck in my memory because of the strangeness of it. I guess it would be understandable for some homeless person to steal a cow and eat it or whatever, but no. Nobody was eating this calf. The thing was cut up so precisely on the table, each limb and the head were taken off in such a precise manner that there was no way anybody was going to put that much effect into it, and then eat it. The thing was probably a few days old. Old enough to smell terrible, but not quite old enough to be attacked by wild animals yet.
Nothing too threatening or anything, just strange enough for me to not really wanna go back to that specific place.
[editline]13th March 2014[/editline]
I regret not taking a picture but I think the surprise of seeing it just kinda put exit on my priority list.[/QUOTE]
Maybe whoever killed the calf was trying to perform a resurrection ritual. Sacrifice the calf to bring a loved one back from the dead. You get all sorts of strange people in abandoned places.
[QUOTE=Garb;44219761]I live in a pretty rural place so sometimes you'll find old abandoned factories/homes In the middle of nowhere, isolated from everything and completely run down. So, a week or so ago a buddy and I came across an old complex that had been completely empty since the 80's at the end of this long dirt road. We had heard about the place before, but never really thought about checking it out, so when it was right there in front of us; we thought it might be a cool idea to explore a little.
Anyway, we pretty much walked right into this huge abandoned housing complex and started looking around. It was pretty standard stuff mostly; just a typical run down building. Then out of nowhere I got a whiff of some seriously awful stuff. Wondering what the smell was I started trying to seek it out, following the scent. My buddy followed.
We suddenly found ourselves face to face with some really fucking weird shit. We entered a room where there were a shitload of paper clippings on the walls and windows, and right in the middle of the room, on an old table that was probably there before the place was abandoned, was a calf.
No shit, in the middle of this room was a dead, completely cut up, young calf, and a bunch of really fucking eerie looking candles surrounded it. My buddy and just kinda looked at each other, and fast walked back to the exit.
It's really kinda stuck in my memory because of the strangeness of it. I guess it would be understandable for some homeless person to steal a cow and eat it or whatever, but no. Nobody was eating this calf. The thing was cut up so precisely on the table, each limb and the head were taken off in such a precise manner that there was no way anybody was going to put that much effect into it, and then eat it. The thing was probably a few days old. Old enough to smell terrible, but not quite old enough to be attacked by wild animals yet.
Nothing too threatening or anything, just strange enough for me to not really wanna go back to that specific place.
[editline]13th March 2014[/editline]
I regret not taking a picture but I think the surprise of seeing it just kinda put exit on my priority list.[/QUOTE]
That shit happens a little bit more often than not, I've even dismissed things like that as some work of a crack addict or something (Which it probably wasn't). But it gets weird sometimes... I guess abandoned, secluded buildings seem like ideal spots to do things like this.
[QUOTE=BRS;44142812]What kind of a question is that? Why would you want to see a scar on my body? The hell?[/QUOTE]
For proof or just interest. I don't see why your so shocked over someone asking to see a scar.
His story was fake, that's why he remove the story + didnt want to show a scar.
Me and 2 of my friends are on this games art design course in university, so for good references and just out of interest we decided to go around this abandoned estate, like a commercial one, with rentable floor space. The part we got into was a textile factory (judging by what we found in this bashed up old safe) and it was great, just going round, taking in the history of this place.
At this point were still on the ground floor, we go into one room and were looking around, then my friend Mike pulls up his camera and takes a picture of the corner of the room and in the flash I catch a glimpse of a tent in the corner, just set up on some shit up rolled out carpet.
Now, not only did this initially scare the fuck out of me, at the same time I was just hit by this sadness, like a really internal thing, I just felt shitty. Mike immediately (apparently he didn't know what he was seeing, so he took a picture to make it out) just says "ah man..." I say "yeh man" and he asks "is there someone in there". My other friend Joel turns round and has basically the same reaction as mike and for a moment we all stand there staring at what (when I leave the room) I understand to be someones home.
As soon as I was outside again I just felt even worse, to the point where I was holding back tears, because fuck, seriously, I'm not oblivious to the troubles that homeless people have, but I never thought of it being as bad as I saw it that day.
I'm gonna post a thread with all the pictures we got and recount the story, because it was an awesome day over all.
Went with Rotanixel to the old abandoned Fremantle Power Station a couple days ago. It was a gorgeous place to take photos, complete with the rusting remains of an old elevator and crane system, greenery growing out of cracks in the walls (I swear, it looked so Last of Us), and graffiti everywhere. Like, every inch of wall. It was insane.
But that was just the primary hall. Further back was, Rot guessed, some sort of office space, or storage area, but it was nearly as large as the former, albeit with more floors and rooms. The whole segment was chained off, windows were barred shut. All except one, which one nice soul left open for hobos, satanic cults, and hopeless explorers like us two.
Anyway, I'm climbing in, and he just does not want to enter. Got the chills right then and there. I went in cautiously with my torch, hoping that some crazed homeless guy didn't shiv me right then and there. But it was hell dark due to the windows being covered up, and I just... got this unnerving feeling.
I walked around a little in there, and I started hearing some footsteps from up higher. As soon as I figured out that they were footsteps, I turned around and zipped out.
We both quickly walked away after that. It was probably nothing, but when you're alone in a pitch-black room and you start hearing things, you get freaked out quickly.
Would totally go back though. I might upload some photos here soon, actually. I'll make a thread.
The abandoned colonial gardens behind a local hospital.
not really creepy but me and my friend broke into this old half burned down hotel/bed and breakfast of some sorts, was filled with asbestos by the smell of it, most of the floorboards had collapsed but we managed to climb into a room near the kitchen and found like 5 unopened bags of cheese and some sausages.
we came back a few months later and they were still there, I reckon some homeless guy must have been living in there for a while hence the food. we went out into the garden and found some needles and a burnt spoon too.
Brazil, really, i never wanna come back there.
Oh wait, i live there DD:
Was exploring this factory complex at the end of my road a few years back. Me and my friend were walking down an alleyway between two of the factories when I noticed a bunch of dreamcatchers thrown onto a bush. We thought it was some drug stash place so we started looking for drugs/money for jokes
I kicked over this stone thinking there might be money underneath it, and the bottom was painted really nicely like a night sky. There was a poem written on it, and it sounded just like a eulogy. I can't remember the words but it discussed how whoever wrote it missed somebody dearly and whatnot. I figured somebody maybe died there or it was a symbolic place for whoever died, so I put it back and haven't returned to the place since
Don't wanna return out of respect, not because it's scary
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