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ZerohasbeenDivided
Location: MidWest Gender: Male Total Likes: 12 likes
Oh god I broke it again didn't I?
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 344 on 6/3/2017 8:04 AM > | Reply with Quote
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| “The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” |
| xNat
Location: Toronto Gender: Female Total Likes: 40 likes
With Night, Freedom
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 345 on 6/7/2017 4:31 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | I was exploring an active site after-hours with someone, but it was still stupidly early but it was one of a string of bad decisions made that day. We were poking around with a flashlight, just looking at stuff, and had wandered into a back mech storage-type area, when the lights turned on. We freeze and hear the distinctive shuffling of someone that was supposed to be there, turn to each other and mouth "oh shit". Now, it was a pretty big place, so we were out of sight when the lights came on, but also now trapped in this corner of the place. Thankfully we found an old, out-of-use exit through a tiny door in our corner of the building, shoved it open, got out, and bolted. Saw a car driving away as we left, as if they had just dropped someone off through the front. Pretty damn close call, we were lucky that we weren't able to find the light switch when we came in or else we wouldn't have had any warning.
| "That sounds like a horrible idea! Let's do it!" |
| LiliVey
Location: Durham, NC Gender: Female Total Likes: 2 likes
Leah
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 346 on 6/7/2017 4:57 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | After exploring a small abandoned water treatment plant the other day, my friend an I decided to go back to do some long-exposure shots with flashlights and sparklers. When we looped around back to get up on top of the tank, the wooden ladder we had used just the last night was gone without a trace. Feeling a bit uneasy at that point, we walked around the fence surrounding the plant just to check and see if anyone was present, intending to do a quick GTFO if we saw anything. After a few passes around, we didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, so we decided to go ahead with our plans. We got quite a few good long exposures, and it was just getting dark when my friend suddenly motioned for me to shut the hell up and look at something. About two hundred feet away, we saw several large plants in the swampy area surrounding the place be pushed aside and spring back into place. It only took a few seconds before we realized that (a),something, or more likely someone, was moving through the swamp towards us, and (b), we needed to "getthefuckoutofhererightnow". We hastily shoved the cameras and the burnt-out sparklers into my bag and booked it to the POE. We didn't stick around to figure out what that thing was, but from the way the plants were carefully being pushed aside, it looked a lot like a person, but I have no idea why anyone would slog through the poison-ivy filled marsh rather than use the convenient trail fifty feet east.
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| EPOCH6
Location: Fraser Valley, BC Gender: Male Total Likes: 347 likes
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 348 on 7/18/2017 3:55 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Yesterday evening I had an opportunity to check out a home that I've had my eye on for a while. I've never seen a vehicle parked out front, the property looks like it is being prepared for demolition (construction outhouse in the front yard), the front of the home is in the early stages of overgrowth, and there has been trash strewn about the yard since early this year. I hide my bike behind the outhouse out of site from the road, approach the front door and push it open (the door knob and lock appear to have either been broken off or punched out), enter the living room, and close the door behind me. All of the lights are off and the room is only illuminated by the small amount of natural light coming in through the windows, just enough light to see that the interior is fully furnished with as much trash and junk as furniture. The walls are still adorned with photos and newspaper clippings. Immediately I am overwhelmed by the stench of waste and body odor, something isn't right. I freeze up and stand there silently with my camera in my hand, listening carefully, about 15 - 20 seconds pass... suddenly, from behind a white sheet of plastic hanging from the ceiling where a bedroom door used to be, I hear what I could only describe as a strained and painful moan from an old man. I immediately swing the front door back open, exit, shut it behind me, hop on my bike, and take off down the road. Sometimes I am baffled by the magnitude of filth some people live in, I have no idea if the man I heard is the actual home owner or a squatter. I wish I had made it out with a photo of the inside, it was worse than many real abandonments and squats that I've explored.
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| SaladKing
Total Likes: 181 likes
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 349 on 8/20/2017 6:10 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Get ready for one of the dumbest close-calls you'll ever read: (Certain minor details have been altered to protect certain addresses.) Back in the winter of 2014, I noticed that the (now demolished) Leviton building, on Jefferson Blvd across from TF Green airport, was being prepped for demolition. I got it in my head that I could perhaps explore the building before it was torn down. So disregarding the fact that it was in the middle of a busy industrial area and directly across from an airport, I drove out to the place at 12AM in the 2012 front-wheel drive Corolla I was leasing at the time. The roads were wet and slushy, and about a foot of snow buried the entire Leviton property. A tall barbed wire fence surrounded it too, which I think is still there. Pulling into Thurber Street and driving slowly, I looked through the car windows at the dark and snowy campus. The darkness and window fog made it hard to see, so I looped around the block of houses next to it and passed by again. And again. And again. Stopping at the side of the road next to Leviton made it a bit easier to see. A gate, shorter than the rest of the fence, hung closed about halfway along the Thurber-side fence. If I were to try this tonight, it would be by getting past that gate. However the houses' front lights lit up my golden car pretty well and I wasn't keen on waiting around for someone to report a suspicious car to the police. I began creeping down the street again, turned left for another pass around the block, but instead kept going deeper into the neighborhood to give myself time to think it over a bit more. Middle of winter, 8-10 inches of snow, and I'm alone with my nerves. After a point I decided to turn around and pulled into someone else's driveway to do so... and felt the front of the car drop a couple inches off asphalt to dirt. Snow and ice covered dirt. In a front wheel drive car. I managed to rock myself back and forth to get out, but it didn't help my nerves. Driving back towards Leviton, it turned into a now-or-never situation - either I was going to park my car and try to explore this place now, or I was going home. My gaze swept past the fence and over the building one more time, and I made my choice. I continued back down Thurber, passed the forsaken gate POE, and reached the intersection across from the airport parking garage where I was promptly blinded by some asshat turning on his highbeams straight at my windshield from the parking garage exit. I squinted past the light, grimaced, and pulled a right to get back onto Jefferson, hit I-95, and go back home. I made it maybe 100ft down the street before I noticed blue and red lights raving behind me. Wait, were those brights a spotlight? Was that a cop? Should I pull over?? I'd never been pulled over before, and a siren's chirp definitively answered all of those questions. Oh shit. I pulled to the side of the road, as did the squad car. I had no idea what to say, so I just got all my info ready in hand, turned off the radio, and rolled down the window to the icy air outside. And tried to keep my heart below my throat. The officer walked up to the window with his flashlight, asked for my license and registration, and began the interaction. "Are you lost?" My mind in overdrive, I said the first thing I thought of. "Yeah, do you know where Greenfield neighborhood is?" "Are you meeting someone?" "Yeah, a friend." "What's their address?" I had 0.2 seconds to answer this question, and in that time I decided to use my old home address 166 Trenton Field Boulevard, from years and years ago. Unfortunately I was so nervous that my mouth started off with my current address of 44 Burntwood Drive, so what came out was both fused into "44 Trenton Field". Hurr fucking durr. "You're meeting a friend but you don't know where they live?" He shined his flashlight inside and probably saw the urbex equipment I left on my passenger seat (which I no longer do). "Yeah. An Internet friend. We're meeting the the first time." He just kind of looked at me, said "OK", and walked back to his car. And I sat in my little golden Corolla and stewed in my own fear and stupidity. An Internet friend? Am I retarded? He's not gonna believe that, and then he's gonna look up that address and it's not gonna exist and I'm gonna get arrested because I'm a fucking moron. After a couple minutes, he walked back over, handed my my license and papers, and pointed down the street. "Go down this road until you reach the bank and turn into the neighborhood there. That's Greenfield." I was dumbfounded. What happened? Was my story so stupid that it was believable? Did he not check the address? Did he not want to deal with this shit tonight? Am I really driving away from this? "Thank you officer!" I shouted back as he walked back to his car. I continued down the road, passed the I-95 on-ramp, passed the intersection, and instead of turning into Greenfield I took the backroads home. But my paranoia was in full swing now. He had my information. He could look up 44 Trenton, see it didn't exist, and do who knows what! When I sat down at my computer, just to see what he would see, I opened up Google Maps and punched in "44 Trenton Field Boulevard, Warwick, RI". Trenton Field Boulevard is interesting in that, as I came to find out, there are two. Both are two halves of the same street in the Greenfield Neighborhood. To this day I don't know why, only that the road stops existing for a few blocks only to start existing again later on. And in the half I didn't know about, as indicated on my screen by Google's little red pointer, was one 44 Trenton Field. The address I made up by combining two others actually fucking existed. Sometimes I can't believe that night ever happened.
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| Mr. Batman
Location: Texas Gender: Male Total Likes: 0 likes
Oops...
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 353 on 1/2/2018 1:17 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | I just started exploring back in August. Started my Freshman year of College then and got prompted into urban exploration by half the buildings on campus being almost a century old and also discovering an abandoned tunnel system underneath most of the campus. Miles of tunnel. Anyway, two moments; The first was a brief semi-heart attack. I was exploring with two of my friends on a Friday night after one of the dance department's shows. The arts building is open to students all night every night. Every entrance to the theatre on the ground floor was locked, we manage to get in through one of the backstage entrances by going up a spiral staircase from the basement to the 2nd floor where it connects to the first level of catwalks over the stage. It's not too high, only about 20-30 feet off the stage. The 2nd level is up over 100 feet higher than this level of catwalk. There's a ladder with a cage against the wall, so naturally I climb it. There's no railing up there. Just a thick steel platform about 4 feet wide and a drop of over 100 feet on both sides. The one friend who came with me didn't bat an eye. Practically ran across the thing in the dark (perhaps I exaggerate mildly, but not that much.) I nope out of there immediately, start heading back down the ladder, and then my feet slip. Momentarily I'm hanging from this ladder by just my hands looking down into the darkness at the single light that was at the lower catwalk, where my other friend was checking his phone. On the way down to the stage during further exploration, I go down the next ladder first and accidentally step directly onto a lamp used as a prop for the production someone stupidly placed right below the ladder. Sunday when I went and saw the show, I recognized the crooked lamp. Guess they couldn't fix it. The second story, being new to urban exploration and desperate for adventure, I sneak into a building under construction alone. My friends from campus tend to chicken out about places off campus. I check out the parking garage first, since that's where I went in at. I figure I'll go down first, since the building is about 50 stories. Looks like it'll be an office or apartment building. I walk past lots of equipment, a server room with nothing turned on, a couple of large CAT machines and then I walk up to a plywood door. Look through the keyhole and see it's a concrete room full of tools. Then I hear it, just once. "Woop woop!" it's a siren, I freeze. I started to head back up the staircase. I keep hearing "woop woop!" every 30 seconds or so. I grab my bike and run. There's a guy on the phone pacing in the parking lot of the building next door and he looks right at me. I didn't stop pedaling until I got back to campus. Fortunately, it was the same day as one of the biggest frat parties of the whole year. Whichever frat (not exactly my scene so I don't really know which one) had rented out the penthouse of a skyscraper downtown. Cops were BUSY that night. Hopefully that was interesting. This is my first forum post here. I've enjoyed reading a lot of the stories in this thread.
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| Aran
Location: Kansas City Gender: Male Total Likes: 1839 likes
Huh. I guess covid made me a trendsetter.
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 356 on 1/17/2018 5:05 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by earlyGrey I just have a little question about a hypothetical situation similar to those mentioned. Would it be a good idea to carry a small, non-lethal weapon (taser, baton, etc) around, in the case of a run-in with a gang member, or just any violent individual, or am I being paranoid here? (assume that running away isn't an option)
| Weapons are more trouble than their worth. If a cop catches you with a taser or collapsible baton, that's going to raise some questions and increase your likelihood of getting in trouble. If you use common sense, the chances of you getting into a situation where fighting is your only option left are quite small. Stealth, a silver tongue, and running like a bat out of hell are all better options. I've been exploring for four years now, and never once have I needed a weapon. But if against all odds you need to fight, there's plenty of improvised weapons around that won't raise suspicion. A camera tripod, a broken two by four, or a chunk of concrete are all viable weapons, and tend to be easy to find in crumbling buildings.
| "Sorry, I didn't know I'm not supposed to be here," he said, knowing full well he wasn't supposed to be there. |
| boxingkibbles96
Gender: Male Total Likes: 9 likes
I hope you're having a great day, if you're not, you should because you can!
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 357 on 1/18/2018 7:23 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Me and my cousin were exploring an farm that appeared to have been build in the mid-late 1800s. It was decrepid, overgown, but no vandalism, no scrapers, it was just a building that was on the verge of collapse from 150 years of mother nature. It was so far off the beaten path the we had to use atvs and dirtbikes the back of a farmers field, who didnt even know it was there. We load up the atv with some snacks, gas, and a few bottles of water and rolled out. By the time we got there its was maybe an hour later and the first thing we saw were wild hogs charging out of the house and directly at us. Pistol came in handy, but that story is for another thread. We make it to the house which is wide open. We found a whole lot of nothing as the door had been open for god knows how long. At one point my cousin leaned on a window and it shattered. Not tempered so we all know how pretty that was. Sliced him from wrist to elbow and caught his vein...OH SHIT!! Thinking hes gonna bleed out my shirt turn into a turnikit and use his shirt to put pressure on the bleeding, while this is happening we dont notice the wall where the window was had already caved, and the rest of the house was following quickly. We made it out as the domino effect took out the rest of the house. I got him on the atv and am tearing ass to the road, as I'm talking to the paramedics, the farmer pulls up, apparently all the dust made him think there was a fire. He made sure i got to the hospital, cousin wound up with 27 staples and months of rehab for his arm, but we all made it out and got a pretty cool story after that. Other than that its been the usual cops show up, and i hide. Only one anywhere near this i was exploring a drain as a kid and ran across a human skull
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| theycallmebigd
Location: Maine Gender: Male Total Likes: 1 like
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 359 on 1/20/2018 5:15 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by earlyGrey I just have a little question about a hypothetical situation similar to those mentioned. Would it be a good idea to carry a small, non-lethal weapon (taser, baton, etc) around, in the case of a run-in with a gang member, or just any violent individual, or am I being paranoid here? (assume that running away isn't an option)
| Yes. Tasers, knives, stun batons are cheap at local pawn shops and on Amazon and can really come in handy. Tasers can be set off in air to scare animals away too. Look on Amazon, get a taser, like ten dollars, rechargable, and fun if you're drunk with friends.
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