A cautionary tale about Urban Exploration

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My name is Vito. I travel around a lot for work and I was in New Jersey for the absolute least amount of time out of everywhere else because of some reasons I won’t discuss. While I was in New Jersey however, I did what I normally do when I get into another town for work. I drove around and asked if there were any places of interest. I got the usual responses of shopping malls, parks, movie theaters, but nobody really had anything to say when I asked about any creepy, old or abandoned buildings.

It wasn’t till the next day at work that I heard about a place that would interest me because one of my co-workers, Bethane, was complaining about how her daughter and her friends wanted to go and explore some abandoned old shit hole that was probably about to collapse on itself. If I would have been a dog my ears would have perked up like a couple of knives. So I asked,” So what shit hole are we talking about, the bar I had a drink at last night or the west side of town?” She fired back,” Oh my daughter and her friends want to go down to the old County Jail for God knows why. She’s into this goth phase and I wish she would just grow out of it.” I was hooked. A creepy old abandoned Jail that a bunch of Goth kids wanted to check out sounded perfect. You see, I’ve always liked old building architecture and have had a merit in the supernatural stuff since the first time me and my friends played with a Ouija board when we were five.

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