There's a dirt road near me that was closed off a couple years ago, taking a house with it. Figuring it was an easy explore, I decided to take my little sister. Here's what we found:











And, yeah, there were lots of empty shells scattered around one room with a window overlooking a fresh pile of corn. So I'm pretty sure there really is a crazy guy who comes around here with a gun, and it wouldn't surprise me at all if he was the kind of person who would blast a 14-year-old girl with buckshot, and if he does actually own the place he'd get away with it too. So we didn't stay long.

So many misspellings. Did you see any Bobby traps?

None that I noticed. I'm assuming there weren't actually any, much like I doubt there were really cameras.

Just reading that dude's second-grade graffiti, I started to hear banjos in the background. Glad you didn't run into him, that guy sounds seriously unhinged.

Really disturbed by the fact that this man has apparently created offspring

Wht yu doan n ma properti boi? We nly speek mericn on this properti

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Boi Ur sur do gots ah preety moufth

GIT OWT OV MA HUSE!

I'd probably be laughing at the poor spelling while the redneck is shooting us for trespassing.

For sure! I actually found one of his markers and was so tempted to correct all of his mistakes and give him grades on it. Write "See me after class." above some of them, and whatnot. But then, it's more terrifying this way. Plus if he's really after vandals, I'd rather leave everything completely unchanged if he did happen to stop by.