Hor⋅ror [hawr-er, hor-]
an overwhelming and painful feeling caused by something frightfully shocking, terrifying, or revolting; a shuddering fear: to shrink back from a mutilated corpse in horror
Tonight I’ve experienced the true horror of urban exploration – please be under no pretense when I share this story with you, I share it explicitly sobered after an event that was truly horrible.
I left work and went to walk around a very large asylum that I’ve been unable to get into. I’ve checked all over for underground access etc however not been able to find a way in. Did I say how big the site was? Its seriously large, I would expect at least a day to go through the entire site.
After scouting, I saw a potential access point however would need climbing gear to get in and out – no big deal, its an access point after all and this asylum has NOT BEEN SHOT before. I wanted so bad to pioneer this one – to experience it first! After walking around, I found a another place – this was the only way in and out, one I exploited…
So lets recap, straight from work with only my camera and tripod, no lights, no nothing and I was about to enter an uncharted asylum – the opportunity over rode rationalism
And I was in…
eu⋅pho⋅ri⋅a [yoo-fawr-ee-uh, -fohr-]
–noun Psychology. a feeling of happiness, confidence, or well-being sometimes exaggerated in pathological states as mania
I was in the monster now, my initial thoughts were about a quick scope around then out – that way I could initiate more planning and make a return visit. I wanted to at least shoot the tower….
I wandered, hallway after hallway, room after room using only the focus light from the camera as a burst. I must have walked about a quarter of the site before I realised I should turn back, get some shots on the way out then start the planning.
On the way out, I saw huge trunk hallways which I walked – often pitch black however trusting some long established techniques.
I had just walked down the main trunk hallway, set my camera up (exposures were wild long in the dark) to take a shot of room – the camera echoed 9 clicks, it was time to get out.
Back to the trunk hallway, you could hear a pin fall, the entire mission has been silent, I started walking – steps increasing… then…. an urban explorers worst nightmare - a door slammed shut
I fuckin froze dude, heart racing, adrenaline pumping, mind going insane… I started making my way to the exit which was close, stop, fuck me I can hear foot steps, just around the corner now is the exit point… faster, less noise go, go, go.
Time stood still as I realised the unthinkable – I was nowhere near the exit, my bearings were all screwed and there I was with one way in/one way out of the building with someone coming closer. Self preservation kicked in, cat and mouse, I found a room and hid in the corner, judging the angle – would they see me if they passed – jesus christ I hope not…
Lets recap, me alone, in a derelict asylum, straight from work, nothing for self defence, lost with someone or something closing in on my location
–verb (used with object)
to convert into stone or a stony substance.
to benumb or paralyse with astonishment, horror, or other strong emotion: I was petrified with fear.
to make rigid or inert; harden; deaden: The tragedy in his life petrified his emotions.
Cat and mouse, cat and mouse – who was the cat? I wished it was me, do cats hide in corners of rooms? Who knows, the situation had become very real, from outside the room I heard foot steps, shuffling, getting louder then stopped, nothing for 10 mins – the game continues, a small noise, more footsteps, coming closer and closer – they are outside the door now, why are they waiting – are they as scared as me?
One hour passed, the noises were still there until finally, foot steps shuffled away, a door closing – 15 minutes later a noise from further away in the asylum – time to move, do or die, get the hell out! I went through several dark corridors only to realise I was far from the exit point – to get to the exit point I would have to travel back down the trunk, suicide for sure…
It was on, I was in the trunk, through the darkness, more light looking behind doors left and right, heart pounding, legs giving out.
Thanks fuck I thought as I reached a place I know, the room I entered, the exit was there, tripod out, camera on, two last shots before I was out…
Fresh air and daylight had never been so sweet. I will never know who or what was in their with me and lets be honest, I dont want to. I’m intact, with my trusty Nikon d300 although fully admit I’m still stressed