Same person as before.
There are a couple places that I look back on fondly, and I think you'll find them interesting.
If you look up the Velvet Cloak Inn (Raleigh, NC, USA) you'll find pictures and articles of this grand hotel that was on the main road through the city (Hillsborough St). This place just REEKED of history. There's an urban legend that Bob Dylan played a impromptu show in the parking lot before he got "big". This was the hotel that the rich and well-to-do people stayed in when they came to Raleigh in the 60's.
Sometime around 2016-17 (I guess), the place became condemned after years of being treated as low-income apartments and mistreatment. It was a total wreck, and the city needed to make room for student dorms, so it was closed, gated off, and left to rot before the bulldozers came for it.
Anyway, I was walking through the city one night (high out of my mind on benzos) and, upon passing it, decided to jump the fucking gate and go into this abandoned hotel.
At 12 AM.
I'm an idiot. I was hella high, but I'm an idiot.
I had a good time. I definitely didn't go far. I found my way into the main lobby. I could see the check-in desk front left, and an elevator along a hallway. I headed around the back where the pool was. You can find pics of the pool area online, it was stunning and I'm sure it was a really amazing place in it's hay-day. Parts of the building were already somewhat torn down, but there were rooms with their doors open around the lower levels (iirc) leading out the pool. I began to really feel the creeps passing by these gaping black voids, and my vision was altered from the drugs, making things difficult to make out. If I recall, I heard something shuffle in one of the rooms, and that's when I dashed out of there, scaled the fence, and left.
Maybe about two weeks later, I randomly hang out with my two younger brothers (I think they were picking something up) and Grant (the youngest), remarked he had been there before. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.