We’d like to do some crowdsourcing for the Miscellany in Codex – Decay. The Miscellany is called “Three dozen abandoned buildings.” Submissions need to be a single sentence, or 2-3 very short sentences. By submitting here, you’re agreeing to let us use it (you’ll get a credit on the issue). We’re looking for evocative stuff. The purpose of the Miscellany is to inspire the reader.
Importantly, your submission needs to identify the building by either name or description, and then include a short bit of history about it, or a rumor. The buildings can be from any setting (modern, fantasy, etc.)
Here are some examples:
“The old Cranston place, boarded-up ever since most of the family was discovered hanging by their necks from ropes tied to the living room rafters. Only little Jeremy Cranston was left alive, found playing with his toy trucks beneath the feet of his parents and siblings.”
“Tapper Tom’s, which was a popular watering hole among the local made men. Business started to drop off when Tom found Jesus, and the place was shuttered permanently after he went down South to join the tent revival movement.”
“The old mill fell into disuse when the crops dried up, though it enjoyed a brief burst of activity when the locals began grinding blood and bone beneath the stone in an attempt to appease an angry harvest god.”
Another Spin Records, shuttered since the late 90s, was the site of several iconic gigs before Lauren Mosse was found dead in the basement. Nobody played there after that.
Another Spin Records, shuttered since the late 90s, was the site of several iconic gigs before Lauren Mosse was found dead in the basement. Nobody played there after that.
The overgrown churchyard off of St. Evelyn’s hasn’t seen any new burials since the late 19th century, but odd graves are still adorned with fresh flowers. Some say they form a pattern.
The overgrown churchyard off of St. Evelyn’s hasn’t seen any new burials since the late 19th century, but odd graves are still adorned with fresh flowers. Some say they form a pattern.
(from one of my Monster of the Week mysteries)
An uninhabited, but maintained display home at the far end of a suburban development. It’s location and style was designed to show the vast space available and the future wealth of the neighborhood. Since then, the development changed hands, and all the actual houses are identical, minimalist ranchers on postage-stamp lots.
(from one of my Monster of the Week mysteries)
An uninhabited, but maintained display home at the far end of a suburban development. It’s location and style was designed to show the vast space available and the future wealth of the neighborhood. Since then, the development changed hands, and all the actual houses are identical, minimalist ranchers on postage-stamp lots.
The USS Leviathan was the first generation ship of its class, was presumed lost till it arrived last year, three centuries late and apparently empty.
The USS Leviathan was the first generation ship of its class, was presumed lost till it arrived last year, three centuries late and apparently empty.
I can probably trim my entry down and still capture the wrongness, and my not-so-subtle feelings about suburbia.
I can probably trim my entry down and still capture the wrongness, and my not-so-subtle feelings about suburbia.
Kalamity K. Racoon’s Pizza Palace has been boarded up ever since the owner died a few years back. Doctor said it was his heart, but folks ’round here say he saw something in the tunnels under the main stage that scared him dead.
Kalamity K. Racoon’s Pizza Palace has been boarded up ever since the owner died a few years back. Doctor said it was his heart, but folks ’round here say he saw something in the tunnels under the main stage that scared him dead.
No one remembers who first found The Shack out in the scrublands, but all the kids know about it. You can do anything there; smoke, drink, have sex, it’s totally awesome! Just don’t stay past 2AM.
No one remembers who first found The Shack out in the scrublands, but all the kids know about it. You can do anything there; smoke, drink, have sex, it’s totally awesome! Just don’t stay past 2AM.
In the early seventies many of the world’s richest people were taken in by a fast talking banker and self-professed prophet, named Danny Blomquist. Dumping billions of dollars into an underground utopia, called The Capsule, where they could live through the inevitable economic collapse of the surface world. Their money disappeared along with Mr. Blomquist and his inner circle mid construction. Some believe they escaped the country and assumed a new identity, others say they are hidden in a secret compartment of the gigantic compound.
In the early seventies many of the world’s richest people were taken in by a fast talking banker and self-professed prophet, named Danny Blomquist. Dumping billions of dollars into an underground utopia, called The Capsule, where they could live through the inevitable economic collapse of the surface world. Their money disappeared along with Mr. Blomquist and his inner circle mid construction. Some believe they escaped the country and assumed a new identity, others say they are hidden in a secret compartment of the gigantic compound.
The 9:10 to Reno never made it to the station. Somewhere between the sagebrush and the cactus, that old stagecoach still waits to make her last trip, along with the shipment Father Juarez was carrying from the Vatican.
The 9:10 to Reno never made it to the station. Somewhere between the sagebrush and the cactus, that old stagecoach still waits to make her last trip, along with the shipment Father Juarez was carrying from the Vatican.
You can still find the peaks of roofs and chimneys poking out of the water in the swamp that used to be Pas Perdu Louisiana. The Fishermen say you can still hear church bells out among the trees during strong winds.
You can still find the peaks of roofs and chimneys poking out of the water in the swamp that used to be Pas Perdu Louisiana. The Fishermen say you can still hear church bells out among the trees during strong winds.
On a disused runway sits the rotting hulk of Flight 943. Ever since the owner was found dismembered across it’s plush interior, no one has flown it, or even gone in after the police were done. Even though everyone saw it land, no one knows where the pilot went.
On a disused runway sits the rotting hulk of Flight 943. Ever since the owner was found dismembered across it’s plush interior, no one has flown it, or even gone in after the police were done. Even though everyone saw it land, no one knows where the pilot went.
St. Anthony’s was once a hotel for the wealthy to get away from the city and enjoy the fresh mountain air. It closed after the market crashed and was reopened as a sanatorium. Now it is fenced off with barb wire, surely just to keep daring teenagers from falling through rotting floor boards.
St. Anthony’s was once a hotel for the wealthy to get away from the city and enjoy the fresh mountain air. It closed after the market crashed and was reopened as a sanatorium. Now it is fenced off with barb wire, surely just to keep daring teenagers from falling through rotting floor boards.
The Blue Ribbon Flour company used to be a pillar of the community, but an errant spark put paid to all that. The place is still empty, just a blasted waste of twisted metal and burnt brick. The bobbing lights you sometimes see in there, well, that’s probably just fools gone exploring. But who goes exploring with a green flashlight?
The Blue Ribbon Flour company used to be a pillar of the community, but an errant spark put paid to all that. The place is still empty, just a blasted waste of twisted metal and burnt brick. The bobbing lights you sometimes see in there, well, that’s probably just fools gone exploring. But who goes exploring with a green flashlight?
Tannhauser recreational park is one of the most popular tourist destinations of the Rigel colony worlds. Visitors can picnic under the triple suns, enjoy live musical performances and admire the flowers overgrowing the remains of the 72nd cybernetic vehicles brigade. These honored warriors rest forever under the stars they once fought to protect.
Tannhauser recreational park is one of the most popular tourist destinations of the Rigel colony worlds. Visitors can picnic under the triple suns, enjoy live musical performances and admire the flowers overgrowing the remains of the 72nd cybernetic vehicles brigade. These honored warriors rest forever under the stars they once fought to protect.
The You-seum was a great way to teach bus-loads of kids all about the human body. Now all that remains is a series of over-sized models of organs and a number of twisted passageways designed to help young people understand how intestines work.
The You-seum was a great way to teach bus-loads of kids all about the human body. Now all that remains is a series of over-sized models of organs and a number of twisted passageways designed to help young people understand how intestines work.
Up in the Tucson Mountains, just past Gate’s Pass, there’s this little-known trail that takes you up past fields of teddy bear cactus and ancient saguaro and into this secluded little hollow. It’s a rocky place, barren, almost always in shadow. There’s this old stone foundation, long ago burned down, that folks call Casa de Grajo. They say if you drop some acid up there (or peyote if you’re old school), then a crow will show you how you’ll die. As if that’s something you’d want to know.
Up in the Tucson Mountains, just past Gate’s Pass, there’s this little-known trail that takes you up past fields of teddy bear cactus and ancient saguaro and into this secluded little hollow. It’s a rocky place, barren, almost always in shadow. There’s this old stone foundation, long ago burned down, that folks call Casa de Grajo. They say if you drop some acid up there (or peyote if you’re old school), then a crow will show you how you’ll die. As if that’s something you’d want to know.
The old Geary farm is only half standing these days. Some people say you can still hear screams and if you walk around where they kept the pigs, you’ll get a chill right through you. That’s where they disposed of all the bodies.
The old Geary farm is only half standing these days. Some people say you can still hear screams and if you walk around where they kept the pigs, you’ll get a chill right through you. That’s where they disposed of all the bodies.
Once a bustling bath house, it’s been boarded up ever since the Tesser Brothers’ massacre almost five years ago. The building has long been for sale and at a steal of a price, but no one has been inside, even to clean up, since the blood bath.
Once a bustling bath house, it’s been boarded up ever since the Tesser Brothers’ massacre almost five years ago. The building has long been for sale and at a steal of a price, but no one has been inside, even to clean up, since the blood bath.
Halfway between Casa Grande and Phoenix, visible from I-10, you’ll find the remains of Family Fun World, the amusement park that never-quite-was. A giant, primary-color tractor. An old NASA booster rocket. A dusty, scrub-covered hill labeled “Future Water Slide.” A little shack packed full of plaster heads.
Everyone sees the place, but no one stops (is there even an exit?), and most folk forget about it by journey’s end. But the locals all know that it’s there, and even though no one ever comes or goes, the “attractions” change regularly.
Halfway between Casa Grande and Phoenix, visible from I-10, you’ll find the remains of Family Fun World, the amusement park that never-quite-was. A giant, primary-color tractor. An old NASA booster rocket. A dusty, scrub-covered hill labeled “Future Water Slide.” A little shack packed full of plaster heads.
Everyone sees the place, but no one stops (is there even an exit?), and most folk forget about it by journey’s end. But the locals all know that it’s there, and even though no one ever comes or goes, the “attractions” change regularly.
The red brick schoolhouse is the only thing left standing in this abandoned farming village. No matter how many times you erase it, the blackboard once again bears the final lesson taught in this long-empty room. Perhaps you yourself can learn its lesson.
The red brick schoolhouse is the only thing left standing in this abandoned farming village. No matter how many times you erase it, the blackboard once again bears the final lesson taught in this long-empty room. Perhaps you yourself can learn its lesson.
The McKinnon Sculpture Garden is a collection of statues in a weed infested field. Some of them are beautiful while others are ironic or just confusing. All of them seem to move around between visits.
The McKinnon Sculpture Garden is a collection of statues in a weed infested field. Some of them are beautiful while others are ironic or just confusing. All of them seem to move around between visits.
Jeremy Strandberg Ha! We both had a similar idea at the same time. When I came back to look, you also had one with the features changing all the time!
Jeremy Strandberg Ha! We both had a similar idea at the same time. When I came back to look, you also had one with the features changing all the time!
The Innkeeper’s cottage sits abandoned and overgrown behind the Crossroads Inn. The Inn’s staff must make a real effort to stay out of sight, so the guests not only feel like they are being served by ghosts but can’t say for sure that they’re not.
The Innkeeper’s cottage sits abandoned and overgrown behind the Crossroads Inn. The Inn’s staff must make a real effort to stay out of sight, so the guests not only feel like they are being served by ghosts but can’t say for sure that they’re not.
The death row wing of the prison has been abandoned ever since the ban on executions, over a decade ago. Now that the prison is closing, they are seeking bids for the demolition of only that wing. Rumor has it the winner of the bid must also agree never to discuss anything they see or hear during the job.
The death row wing of the prison has been abandoned ever since the ban on executions, over a decade ago. Now that the prison is closing, they are seeking bids for the demolition of only that wing. Rumor has it the winner of the bid must also agree never to discuss anything they see or hear during the job.
Maestro Rondan Tepys’ gymnasium was the most exclusive, best adorned, and expensive salle d’armes in all Besel, until the Maestro took a fleuret in the eye from one Oloroso Requim for a quarrel over a third student with an unremarkable name but impeccable buttocks. If the salle has been unused for thirty years then why are the lamps lit at night, and who is the master giving lessons, and who is the student?
Maestro Rondan Tepys’ gymnasium was the most exclusive, best adorned, and expensive salle d’armes in all Besel, until the Maestro took a fleuret in the eye from one Oloroso Requim for a quarrel over a third student with an unremarkable name but impeccable buttocks. If the salle has been unused for thirty years then why are the lamps lit at night, and who is the master giving lessons, and who is the student?
The wizard Drugen’s tower has sat quiet for years since his last appearance. While it is only a few stories tall and appears to be cleared out by looters, people still manage to get lost exploring it. One man claimed to have spent months exploring rooms and hallways still filled with magical apparatus before managing to return.
The wizard Drugen’s tower has sat quiet for years since his last appearance. While it is only a few stories tall and appears to be cleared out by looters, people still manage to get lost exploring it. One man claimed to have spent months exploring rooms and hallways still filled with magical apparatus before managing to return.
No one goes near the old Blackacre place since those kids throwing that bash inside disappeared, except that cat. That cat just rubs along the edges of the boarded up windows and purrs… who keeps it fed?
No one goes near the old Blackacre place since those kids throwing that bash inside disappeared, except that cat. That cat just rubs along the edges of the boarded up windows and purrs… who keeps it fed?
One of the rooms in the old asylum is said to be filled with toys, all facing toward the door: wall-to-wall, all perfectly oriented so their eyes would meet the eyes of anyone looking in.
One of the rooms in the old asylum is said to be filled with toys, all facing toward the door: wall-to-wall, all perfectly oriented so their eyes would meet the eyes of anyone looking in.
No one keeps up the old graveyard. It was useless, they said. Every time a grave was dug, the next day it would be filled in, the grave-digger under all the dirt. The groundskeeper would wake up the day after landscaping with welts all over. Now its just crumbling stone and tall weeds.
No one keeps up the old graveyard. It was useless, they said. Every time a grave was dug, the next day it would be filled in, the grave-digger under all the dirt. The groundskeeper would wake up the day after landscaping with welts all over. Now its just crumbling stone and tall weeds.
Most people don’t even realize that one wing of the college dorms is completely abandoned and has been for years. Thousands walk past every day, but only a few realize why the blinds on the windows never seem to change. Only one professor knows why one set of blinds changes daily, and why he changes his office blinds in response.
Most people don’t even realize that one wing of the college dorms is completely abandoned and has been for years. Thousands walk past every day, but only a few realize why the blinds on the windows never seem to change. Only one professor knows why one set of blinds changes daily, and why he changes his office blinds in response.
Eat ‘N Chuck is a pizza place / video game parlor / small amusement park that is the dead anchor of a dead mall in central New Jersey. A string of increasingly bizarre and unsettling accidents, many of them themed around the clown-town character-mascots for a planned chain, struck the place in its short lifetime. It finally went out of business when the kitchen caught fire, shortly after the ’08 crash wiped out the tech billionaire who had the place built.
Eat ‘N Chuck is a pizza place / video game parlor / small amusement park that is the dead anchor of a dead mall in central New Jersey. A string of increasingly bizarre and unsettling accidents, many of them themed around the clown-town character-mascots for a planned chain, struck the place in its short lifetime. It finally went out of business when the kitchen caught fire, shortly after the ’08 crash wiped out the tech billionaire who had the place built.
The Davonhill Asylum used to be the place the wealthy would hide the children they were ashamed of, for “defects” or being “touched” with “mental illness.” Those that could not speak were often experimented on, and those that could, were silenced. Now long abandoned, shapes and lights are seen and children’s laughter and cries are still heard on the brightest nights.
The Davonhill Asylum used to be the place the wealthy would hide the children they were ashamed of, for “defects” or being “touched” with “mental illness.” Those that could not speak were often experimented on, and those that could, were silenced. Now long abandoned, shapes and lights are seen and children’s laughter and cries are still heard on the brightest nights.
You have to look hard, but if you search the forest long enough you can find a hatch or door down into the underground bunker tunnels that were prepared during the war. Be careful though! Some of the iron doors only open one way.
You have to look hard, but if you search the forest long enough you can find a hatch or door down into the underground bunker tunnels that were prepared during the war. Be careful though! Some of the iron doors only open one way.
No one has lived in Brook Shallow Bend since the accident. In fact, the government has enforced a 3 hour limit to all survey teams approaching within 15 miles of the plant. But more and more of the dead can be seen commuting to, operating and maintaining the reactor. Only those who lived within the contamination zone seem to have been resurrected, returning to their homes every night seemingly out of habit.
No one has lived in Brook Shallow Bend since the accident. In fact, the government has enforced a 3 hour limit to all survey teams approaching within 15 miles of the plant. But more and more of the dead can be seen commuting to, operating and maintaining the reactor. Only those who lived within the contamination zone seem to have been resurrected, returning to their homes every night seemingly out of habit.
The 76 Express used to haul passengers up and down the rails, before the company side-lined her for those new diesel trains. She would of been sold for scrap, but every time they tried to move her to a yard, the crew would have an horrific accident…
The 76 Express used to haul passengers up and down the rails, before the company side-lined her for those new diesel trains. She would of been sold for scrap, but every time they tried to move her to a yard, the crew would have an horrific accident…
David LaFreniere Oh, I knew of some of those in Russia. They could be 6 stories deep and dangerous as hell.
David LaFreniere Oh, I knew of some of those in Russia. They could be 6 stories deep and dangerous as hell.
GiGi De Carmo was the Queen of the fashion world, and her mansion was host to wild parties far away from the bright city lights. No one bought it after she fell from grace though, and some say the party never ended.
GiGi De Carmo was the Queen of the fashion world, and her mansion was host to wild parties far away from the bright city lights. No one bought it after she fell from grace though, and some say the party never ended.
Global Javelin IX – One of the decommissioned homebases of the Implacables, the planet’s premiere superhero team, the Global Javelin IX is the only one that hasn’t yet been disassembled. The cabal of lunatics known as the Evil Eight have taken over the Javelin, and are trying to figure out how to turn its Planetary Surveillance Beam into a weapon they can control the world with. If that weren’t bad enough, their actions have begun to degrade an already-unstable orbit, and atmospheric reentry means explosion and dispersal of toxic chemicals from sidewise dimensions.
Global Javelin IX – One of the decommissioned homebases of the Implacables, the planet’s premiere superhero team, the Global Javelin IX is the only one that hasn’t yet been disassembled. The cabal of lunatics known as the Evil Eight have taken over the Javelin, and are trying to figure out how to turn its Planetary Surveillance Beam into a weapon they can control the world with. If that weren’t bad enough, their actions have begun to degrade an already-unstable orbit, and atmospheric reentry means explosion and dispersal of toxic chemicals from sidewise dimensions.
Beleth Tinu – An ancient elvish city, built entirely from a single, seamless piece of starmetal of gargantuan size. The bones of the city cannot be marred, but it played host to millennia of wonders, then centuries of debauched horrors. Now, sunken by its weight into a deep cavern on an empty plain, none leave for trade, nor enter and return, yet on a still night, the screams and wails of words from dead tongues can yet be heard.
Beleth Tinu – An ancient elvish city, built entirely from a single, seamless piece of starmetal of gargantuan size. The bones of the city cannot be marred, but it played host to millennia of wonders, then centuries of debauched horrors. Now, sunken by its weight into a deep cavern on an empty plain, none leave for trade, nor enter and return, yet on a still night, the screams and wails of words from dead tongues can yet be heard.
The Monument was home to the greatest minds on earth, who banded together time and time again to save it from destruction. Now, anyone can walk in and climb to it’s 35th floor, for one last look at what drove them to madness.
The Monument was home to the greatest minds on earth, who banded together time and time again to save it from destruction. Now, anyone can walk in and climb to it’s 35th floor, for one last look at what drove them to madness.
Ravenstower – The largest library-tower in a city of libraries, Ravenstower was long ago taken over by birds of all varieties. No sane person goes there, though the place draws plenty of “adventurers,” who, rarely, come out with lost, forbidden wisdom. The rumor is that wisdom is all cursed to bring woe to those who learn it, but that may just be a way the locals keep headstrong, violent, and dangerous people out.
(I believe this idea was created by Rowan Cota and fleshed out by our group.)
Ravenstower – The largest library-tower in a city of libraries, Ravenstower was long ago taken over by birds of all varieties. No sane person goes there, though the place draws plenty of “adventurers,” who, rarely, come out with lost, forbidden wisdom. The rumor is that wisdom is all cursed to bring woe to those who learn it, but that may just be a way the locals keep headstrong, violent, and dangerous people out.
(I believe this idea was created by Rowan Cota and fleshed out by our group.)
There’s an old cabin on the back lot of Old Beauregard plantation that was built back before the war, where the “servants” lived. You can still see the hatchet marks where chains were broken, and the freedom march began.
There’s an old cabin on the back lot of Old Beauregard plantation that was built back before the war, where the “servants” lived. You can still see the hatchet marks where chains were broken, and the freedom march began.
Brick Country Psychiatric Facility used to house the worst of the worst (inmates and staff, both). When then the dam went up in the 80s, the Brick was emptied and the whole valley flooded. 30 years later, and the fishing over the old Brick is something else. But I’ll be damned if there ain’t an awful lot of “boating accidents” in the area.
Brick Country Psychiatric Facility used to house the worst of the worst (inmates and staff, both). When then the dam went up in the 80s, the Brick was emptied and the whole valley flooded. 30 years later, and the fishing over the old Brick is something else. But I’ll be damned if there ain’t an awful lot of “boating accidents” in the area.
In Cihangir neighborhood, Istanbul, wedged between a vintage clothier and a hip gelato shop, stands an empty storefront that no one seems to notice, barely 3 meters wide. The door is boarded over, the inside an empty mess that smells of wet earth and ammonia. A rotting stairwell leads down into darkness.
Local urchins call the place Tapinak Kedi, and claim that all the cats in the city come to pay homage in the basement shrine.
In Cihangir neighborhood, Istanbul, wedged between a vintage clothier and a hip gelato shop, stands an empty storefront that no one seems to notice, barely 3 meters wide. The door is boarded over, the inside an empty mess that smells of wet earth and ammonia. A rotting stairwell leads down into darkness.
Local urchins call the place Tapinak Kedi, and claim that all the cats in the city come to pay homage in the basement shrine.
The dilapidated cafeteria had a musty, mouldy smell, cut through with the acrid scent of rodent urine. Dappled shadows were cast through a grimy windows and creeping ivy onto the one clean table in the corner where the four friends met every afternoon to swap trading cards and scare each other with terrifying stories of the cafeteria ghost. Abetha, trapped in the lonely place for nearly a decade now would watch and listen unseen, and smile at their outlandish misconceptions about ghosts and hauntings. She thought the tall girl was kinda cute!
The dilapidated cafeteria had a musty, mouldy smell, cut through with the acrid scent of rodent urine. Dappled shadows were cast through a grimy windows and creeping ivy onto the one clean table in the corner where the four friends met every afternoon to swap trading cards and scare each other with terrifying stories of the cafeteria ghost. Abetha, trapped in the lonely place for nearly a decade now would watch and listen unseen, and smile at their outlandish misconceptions about ghosts and hauntings. She thought the tall girl was kinda cute!
Cooling Tower #2 – CT2 is a towering gray hulk in the forest. There is no sign of of the original reactor or CT1. Decades later, CT2 is a haven for birds, plants, and things that live in the dark.
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Cooling Tower #2 – CT2 is a towering gray hulk in the forest. There is no sign of of the original reactor or CT1. Decades later, CT2 is a haven for birds, plants, and things that live in the dark.
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Seventeen kids have died on or under “Mean Green” an old bridge on an abandoned country road near town. After each death their is a public out-roar and the current governor starts a campaign to finally rebuild the bridge. Despite all the money, work and big-shot engineers that are thrown into the project, “Mean Green” is always abandoned for the new road and returns to its dilapidated state within a few years.
Seventeen kids have died on or under “Mean Green” an old bridge on an abandoned country road near town. After each death their is a public out-roar and the current governor starts a campaign to finally rebuild the bridge. Despite all the money, work and big-shot engineers that are thrown into the project, “Mean Green” is always abandoned for the new road and returns to its dilapidated state within a few years.
Marrickville Abattoir. The lairage fences rust and windows gape like mouths with broken teeth. Sixty klicks from town and quarantined after the outbreak. You hear the grunt of a petrol fed generator echo through dusty tiled corridors and hook-draped chambers.
Marrickville Abattoir. The lairage fences rust and windows gape like mouths with broken teeth. Sixty klicks from town and quarantined after the outbreak. You hear the grunt of a petrol fed generator echo through dusty tiled corridors and hook-draped chambers.
Soul’s Rest was an oil boomtown back before the wells dried up and the new highway was finished up North. Walking around now it looks like everyone just disappeared, tables still set for meals, old cars in the driveways, and abandoned toys lying in the weed choked lawns. It’s an eerie place to be caught after dark, with not a light except the stars.
Soul’s Rest was an oil boomtown back before the wells dried up and the new highway was finished up North. Walking around now it looks like everyone just disappeared, tables still set for meals, old cars in the driveways, and abandoned toys lying in the weed choked lawns. It’s an eerie place to be caught after dark, with not a light except the stars.
Built in 1962, the Zetland Radio telescope groans and creaks in the dusty wind. The dish still points to its last position before that fire broke out and killed the 3 astronomers on duty. Government workers cut all connections out to the site the very next day, power, plumbing, phonelines, everything.
Built in 1962, the Zetland Radio telescope groans and creaks in the dusty wind. The dish still points to its last position before that fire broke out and killed the 3 astronomers on duty. Government workers cut all connections out to the site the very next day, power, plumbing, phonelines, everything.
The Rickard’s Place. A lot of people think they have a haunted house in their town. The Rickard’s Place isn’t one of them. It’s just evil. Seventeen murders have happened on its grounds. That’s a lot.
The Rickard’s Place. A lot of people think they have a haunted house in their town. The Rickard’s Place isn’t one of them. It’s just evil. Seventeen murders have happened on its grounds. That’s a lot.
The 835 AM Number Station. If you tune to 835 AM, you’ll hear an ongoing stream of numbers being spoken in a femminen Russian accent. Every once in a while it gives news of an ongoing apocalypse. The FCC has tried to triangulate its location, but has been unable to find it and shut it down. You’re pretty sure it’s broadcasting from the squat abandoned concrete bunker out by the town dump.
The 835 AM Number Station. If you tune to 835 AM, you’ll hear an ongoing stream of numbers being spoken in a femminen Russian accent. Every once in a while it gives news of an ongoing apocalypse. The FCC has tried to triangulate its location, but has been unable to find it and shut it down. You’re pretty sure it’s broadcasting from the squat abandoned concrete bunker out by the town dump.
They no longer take patients at the decayed ruins of Dr. Williams’ dentistry; now a hollow cavity that gives lip service to the once flourishing office. They have, however, left a plaque to commemorate ‘the incident’, which was entirely accidental.
They no longer take patients at the decayed ruins of Dr. Williams’ dentistry; now a hollow cavity that gives lip service to the once flourishing office. They have, however, left a plaque to commemorate ‘the incident’, which was entirely accidental.
Jeremy Strandberg The cat shrine sounds like it came straight from the documentary “Kedi” about Istanbul’s street cats.
Jim Jones Number stations are eerie, aren’t they?
Jeremy Strandberg The cat shrine sounds like it came straight from the documentary “Kedi” about Istanbul’s street cats.
Jim Jones Number stations are eerie, aren’t they?
Every few miles along the coast stand three story tall stone towers. Each has only two openings, a doorway at the bottom facing inland and narrow slit at the top facing the sea. They say we’ve developed better ways to detect hidden ships at sea, and yet nobody has torn these behemoths down.
Every few miles along the coast stand three story tall stone towers. Each has only two openings, a doorway at the bottom facing inland and narrow slit at the top facing the sea. They say we’ve developed better ways to detect hidden ships at sea, and yet nobody has torn these behemoths down.
River Williamson yeah, the freeroaming cats and dogs in Istanbul (and really, every city in Turkey I’ve visited) are pretty amazing.
One of my favorite memories is the passed out yellow lab (?) on the stairs of the Blue Mosque. Hundreds of tourists queued up and stepping over him, and he was just napping in a sunbeam and content as can be.
River Williamson yeah, the freeroaming cats and dogs in Istanbul (and really, every city in Turkey I’ve visited) are pretty amazing.
One of my favorite memories is the passed out yellow lab (?) on the stairs of the Blue Mosque. Hundreds of tourists queued up and stepping over him, and he was just napping in a sunbeam and content as can be.
It’s hardly even a doorway at all, the masonry has collapsed in at the top of the arch so that left and right don’t even touch anymore, and that’s just about all that’s been left standing after some fire or disaster knocked the rest of the building down- nobody can remember what. Still kids say that you can walk right through the Sundown Gate when shadows are long and everything glows orangey pink- you can walk right through and keep walking to somewhere else. Never met anyone who’s done it, but I know a couple of kids maybe more than a couple who got lost and never turned up.
It’s hardly even a doorway at all, the masonry has collapsed in at the top of the arch so that left and right don’t even touch anymore, and that’s just about all that’s been left standing after some fire or disaster knocked the rest of the building down- nobody can remember what. Still kids say that you can walk right through the Sundown Gate when shadows are long and everything glows orangey pink- you can walk right through and keep walking to somewhere else. Never met anyone who’s done it, but I know a couple of kids maybe more than a couple who got lost and never turned up.
Head out into the woods, past the last junction on Highway 57, and keep going west. When you see the staircase, you’ll know you’re at the Devil’s Steps. Some say that’s where the Devil himself got tossed out of heaven, some say that’s where he’ll try to get back in.
Head out into the woods, past the last junction on Highway 57, and keep going west. When you see the staircase, you’ll know you’re at the Devil’s Steps. Some say that’s where the Devil himself got tossed out of heaven, some say that’s where he’ll try to get back in.
Down State 227, where the old mining road splits it in half, Lucky’s Club sits like a fat blob of tar. The club burned down back in ’08, but some say you can still meet the Devil there to sell your soul for the blues, or more.
Down State 227, where the old mining road splits it in half, Lucky’s Club sits like a fat blob of tar. The club burned down back in ’08, but some say you can still meet the Devil there to sell your soul for the blues, or more.
No one has been in the old Rock Point Lighthouse since it was abandoned during the Great Storm. The cliffs, waves, and jagged rocks make it too dangerous to even try, even in the calmest of conditions. Many have died trying.
No one has been in the old Rock Point Lighthouse since it was abandoned during the Great Storm. The cliffs, waves, and jagged rocks make it too dangerous to even try, even in the calmest of conditions. Many have died trying.
Some claim to have seen lights in the windows of the decrepit palatial mansion; it’s architecture curiously devoid of symmetry. Even fewer whisper of hearing music on the fog. Though no soul has been seen entering or leaving in decades.
Some claim to have seen lights in the windows of the decrepit palatial mansion; it’s architecture curiously devoid of symmetry. Even fewer whisper of hearing music on the fog. Though no soul has been seen entering or leaving in decades.
The old manor house burned down a few years back. Rumor is the fire was the result of a clash between a group of well armed strangers and a secret cult. Nobody in town talks about the “incident”, at least not while sober. There is an intact trap door half covered by a fallen stone. There is sometimes scratching and pounding coming from the door.
The old manor house burned down a few years back. Rumor is the fire was the result of a clash between a group of well armed strangers and a secret cult. Nobody in town talks about the “incident”, at least not while sober. There is an intact trap door half covered by a fallen stone. There is sometimes scratching and pounding coming from the door.
These are great, everyone! Thanks so much!
These are great, everyone! Thanks so much!