So this happened to me a few years ago:
>Be me
>Live in a very rural area in Spain (which is already mostly rural on its own)
>Mostly Spanish farmers and have not even realized the war has ended
>Because of this is mostly countryside with individual farmer's houses scattered about
>Most of these are abandoned because people left for the civil war and never came back
>I'm talking like 70% of the houses are inhabited
>Urban explorer's paradise
>I have a friend who lives close by
>We start going out at night to explore these houses
>We were both around 15 at the time
>Exploration equipment includes: Back pack, sleeping bag (we would always sleep in one of this houses as a challenge to ourselves), one air rifle each, one big rambo-type of knife each, bottle of water, sandwich, cigarettes, weed.
>We do this every now and then like the stupid teenagers we are
>This one specific night we go out
>We walk around and explore houses as usual
>We find one that looks like was abandoned mid-construction
Has a lot of tools and construction blocks as well as a bag of cement doesn't have any doors or windows, only the empty space where its supposed to be
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>>17896667
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>>17896687
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>>17896667
>We go inside
>Make campfire on the floor like the hobos we are
>We eat
>We try to decide if we wanna sleep there
>Better not to, wild boars can easily get inside (A lot of them in this area)
>We go out and see a big wooden tile placed diagonally against the roof
>We decide to climb the and sleep on the roof because fuck it the stars are pretty
We climb them and get to the roof
Is a two waters type of roof like the thread picture so we sleep on one side
>We place sleeping bags and we start chilling
>We look at the stars, talk about stuff, smoke weed and cigarettes
>AllGoodInTheHood.jpg
>All of the sudden
>We hear a car engine
>We stay down in case it passes by the house
>The car drives by and parks in front of the fucking house
>ohfuck.jpg
>He can't see us cause we're on the other side of the roof
>We are peaking, trying not to get busted
>May I remind you that this is like 5 AM in the morning
>The guy comes out of the car without even switching off the headlights
>He stops there and stares at the house for like 5 minutes without moving a single muscle
>He goes inside the house
>We can hear him walk back and forth for another 5 minutes
>Comes out, gets in his car and drives away
>Thankgod.webm
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>>17896716
>We are scared for like 2 minutes, trying to recover
>Sweaty
>I make a joke and he laughs, probably just to brake the tension
>Can't remember the joke
>We start talking about it and discussing what just happened
>We though he might own the house
>(A lot of these houses even though they looked abandoned and nobody has lived in them for ages they actually have an owner looking to sell them to someone who wants to renovate them)
>Seems legit
>But then again why the fuck would you come visit it at 5 AM in the morning
>Without considering the weird behavior
>Whatever.jpg
>We start talking about other shit
>We talk about girls and stuff while looking at the stars
>Without realizing it we both fall asleep
>Suddenly I wake up, seems like I slept for a while but it's still very dark
>I look at my friend, still sleeping
>Then I wonder why I have woken up
>I hear something
>Someone
>A female voice, an old female voice
>Singing
I hear an old woman far away singing on top of her lungs
>May I remind you that this area I mostly just woods?
>We're in the middle of nowhere and I hear an old lady singing on top of her lungs like a deranged lunatic
>The singing must be coming from the middle of the woods because there's nothing else there
>I wake up my friend
>He wakes up pissed and asks me why I did it
>I tell him to shut up and listen
>"What-the-fuck
>>17896745
>We stay quiet until the singing stops
>We calm ourselves down again
>Make jokes about the crazy cat lady that lives in the woods and we're cool again
>We fall asleep
>I wake up again
>dawn is approaching now
>My friend is still sleeping
>I light up a cigarette and start smoking
>I hear steps
>Steps coming from some so close to the house that I can't see him from the roof
>Shit my pants
>I lay down again although I probably have already been busted
>I stay quiet
>The steps circle the house several times
>From the way they sound they seem like bare feet
>They stop
>Remember the wooden logs we used to get to the roof?
>Somebody starts shaking them furiously from the ground level
>Leaves running
>I stay up until the sun comes up, paralyzed
>My friend wakes up, we leave
>I never told him about the last part
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>>17896843
That's it, we left and still talk about it sometimes.
It was probably just a crazy lady, lots of people like that around my area. Still creeped me out though, thought I'd share. Maybe it's not that creepy but it scared me shitless at the time.
unexpected ending
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WJXHY2OXGE
Was about to make an urban exploration thread, lets get this going
Now I wanna do urban exploring. Wish there were some rural areas close to my city.
There is a cellar on our graveyard though, that I really want to enter. I would need some lockpicking skills for that, and there might be nothing fancy in it after all, but still.
Not much, but I've never experienced anything more interesting.
It's not even my story, but my friend's, although I visited the place later and it seemed like he was saying the truth.
>live in a pretty quiet area in southern Poland
>visit a house - or rather an abandoned barn of some sort, idk - where you had some friendly meetings with friends
>go there after two or three months at least
>the furniture is destroyed
>a mural one friend made a few months ago (word "True") was destroyed too
>and by that, I mean someone had written "nie" over it (it means "no" in Polish)
>a voodoo doll was hanging from the ceiling
>its leg was found under the table (I think, something like that, at least)
>the doll looked kind of burned, there was a lighter near it (friend is an idiot so he took it home for personal use)
>tfw another friend's father, who lived on the same street, hung himself some time before the discovery
I mean, I don't want to say that it worked, but even if it didn't, that's pretty scary.
