I first found Saxon Mills (AKA: Phillips Fibers) by accident. I was driving through Spartanburg, "just soaking my head," when I saw it. I was enamored.

A year later, having forgotten its location, I would spend nearly half a day in search of the Mill, driving almost aimlessly, propelled only by the effervescent fumes of a year-old memory. I did find it. By accident. Again.

I was joyous. I would not forget its location a second time.

That same night, I discovered UER. I learned that my desire to penetrate the factory was not altogether shunned; rather, it was encouraged and even facilitated by like-minded individuals such as you-who-read-this.

Thank you. Because of you, I acquainted myself with the old factory.

When I am a full member, I will submit a folio, documenting my second (most recent) excursion into the mill's bowels.

As a small teaser, I will confide that I gained entry by posing as a journalist documenting the effects of the Mill's past two fires. I guess I was telling the truth.

1. Prelude


2. No Exit


3. The Procedure


4. Arise


5. Still Standing


6. Follow Me

7. The Meat Grinder


8. False Step

"When the doors open there is a terrifying rumble of thunder within." -- Pliny