![]() The second time, we could hear a group of people messing with us, jumping from around corners and such, but they never got too close (we assumed it was an animal at first, but got brave, and realized it was a person). We all did that "Who the heck isn't here? Who's messing with us?" look and turn and, after realizing we're all present and none of us are sprinting down a dark abandoned hallways, booted out of there. You have to come in through a broken window, and we were all gathered at the window just being dumb when we hear loud, echoing footsteps down the hall running towards us. The first experience we had was all of us taking our merry time enjoying the darkness and generally fucking around. i'm not a believer in the supernatural, but humans can be deceptive and dangerous in ways you can't see coming.Ī group of my friends and I explored an abandoned asylum/mental hospital a couple years ago in the OKC metro (very unsafe at night for silly college freshman like ourselves. That place is still abandoned, 5 years later, and we've never been back. the entire time, he's just standing there, still and silent, watching us leave. He just stares in silence, so we leave him the last beer, carefully back up to the railing, jump down and walk away very quickly, constantly looking back over our shoulders. we're gonna go ahead and move on now, we definitely don't want any trouble." "yeah man," i say, "we're human, we just wanted to check out the place and drink some beer. He's definitely not joking, and there's an uncomfortable silence as my friend and i realize this guy is fucking crazy. sometimes i think i should just kill everyone to be safe." they've been after me a long time, you know, they don't stop, they never stop. ![]() "i fucking hate it when i meet people that end up being aliens, and you never know until you peel their skin off. things are going pretty well when he asks, "you guys are human, right?" he's basically a drifter, been in town for a week or so, but a nice guy. we're talking about the city, the cops, travelling, life in general. We had planned to sit on the roof and drink beer, so we offer homeless guy a beer, which he gratefully accepts, and we shoot the shit on the landing for a while. "didn't mean to scare you." he takes a seat on the stairs, so i carefully step on the handle of the steak knife, lean over the edge, and pull my friend up. there's a young dirty homeless-lookin guy standing there, coming down the stairs from above, hands up palms out. "no, but it's cool," says a voice behind me, scaring the shit out of me and causing me to jump and whirl around. i call down, "uh, we're definitely not alone here, dude." my buddy boosts me up, i climb over, and there's a sleeping bag with a steak knife next to it on the landing. there was a large square staircase spiraling up to the roof on the outside of the building, locked steel door at the bottom so the only way up was to climb on the outside up to the first landing.
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