Okay, those houses I told ya'll about in my previous thread now have POSTED signs all over them.
This doesn't fly right. If we get caught in them, what could happen?
I'll tell you what could happen!
My friends and I snuck into an abandoned, burned-out Art school when we were young. It was the most surreal, cool bldg. It still had burnt sculptures, catacombs, a giant vault, wicked rafters, etc.
So we're happy, exploring the place, finding weird stuff...and one of our group says, "F***, I thought I just saw people moving out there!
"
He was a wuss, so we all thought he was being paranoid, and we looked, and saw nothing and laughed.
But later, we heard a faint voice outside, so we all went to look again, and we definitely saw 3 or 4 four little heads, far away, behind bushes in the darkness.
We were worried it was some kind of gang turf or something, we didn't know, but we were scared, because the people were obviously trying to conceal their presence, but were camped there, and then we saw more heads from another window, and we slowly realized that we were surrounded.
Crapping our pants to see all of these dark figures surrounding us, we whisper-argued about wtf to do, 'cause the people were at every exit point.
We couldn't get out without crossing them, so we stupidly decided to hide in the vault and be quiet, hoping they hadn't seen us, and if anyone came in, we'd just run for it.
But, then we heard nasty barking dogS plural, and thought, "What.Is.Going.ON?!?"
So of course, it was the paranoid, bored Salt Lake City police, over-reacting as usual.
They stormed in yelling as if it was a drug bust or an invasion, I guess I can't blame them since they didn't no what we were doing in there, and most "normal" people wouldn't've been in there late at night.
So, we were terrified they might RELEASE the dogs. That would suck. So My best friend stepped out, announcing that we were there, intended no harm, etc.
But they came up and had SHOTGUNS pointed at us, with the dogs going berserk, and they shoved us into, AW....some black, oily puddles in some gravel.
They arrested us, showed us the no trespassing signs that we honestly hadn't seen in the dark, took us to jail, where we sat for hours with some truly scary guys (one of which said to me (when my eyes just, I swear, barely caught his for a freaking SECOND as I sat there looking AROUND), "YOU LOOK AT ME AGAIN AND I'LL TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF AND S*** DOWN YOUR NECK HOLE!!!
"...like something out of a crappy prison movie, only, REAL.), a fat, obviously Gay cop searched our bodies, and everyone laughed 'cause he clearly spent way longer on me (I was cute), and then, when the what seemed like days-long ordeal finally ended, we had to do, I can't remember, 300 hundred hours of community service? Maybe it was less.
So, the Peter Pan in me says, "Spellunking abandoned bldg.s is Awesome! Screw the signs.
"
But after that night, I wouldn't screw the signs.
We used to always explore abandoned bldg.s, there were many, and it was a blast.
But we never did it again, based on how scary and lame that night was.
(except for one time when we were drunk, and we managed to outrun the watchman, but got pretty badly injured.)
) of whether or not he and his friends should go to this abandoned building and, lol, try to summon up "Bloody Mary".
