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Flareodactyl
Location: Vancouver, Canada Gender: Male Total Likes: 26 likes
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 42 on 11/20/2013 5:20 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | In the summer, my friends and I were out exploring and cliff jumping in a swimming hole on one side of a localish dam. This place had some pretty cool suspension bridges all around, but was clearly off limits as the razor wire and "No Trespassing! Violators will be prosecuted" signs every few meters. It was a super fun day, however I must say I was a little sketched being in plain sight of the hydroelectric workers on the dam. My friends told me not to worry about it, though, and I conformed to peer pressure as one naturally does in this day and age. Anyway, the moral of the story is that I shouldn't have done this as on our way out, we found ourselves on the wrong side of a razor wire fence with at least 20 hydroelectric workers claiming they'd towed our car when we were an hour away from home and one police car waiting for us. Turns out our car hadn't actually been towed and the police officer let us off with a warning. So all in all, I'd call it a good day, but there were definitely a couple "Oh Shit" moments involved.
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| A Through Z Explorations
Location: Area 51A Gender: Male Total Likes: 288 likes
INTRUDER ALERT! "I only came to dance." -Combichrist
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 43 on 11/20/2013 7:27 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | The date of my "Oh s***!" experience was Halloween night, 2000, and my ROTC buddies and I threw a party inside a half-burned/fully abandoned church across the street from a snow cone shop. We were high school kids having an innocent party (really) with freaking Sprites and Cokes for beverages, a Ouija board, candles, lots of Marylin Manson music, a strobe light, and a mind determined to make it an unforgettable night. Having been bored of sodas, some of us (not me) would step out of the church, lift the half closed fence, and get some cooler refreshments... Needless to say, the employees became curious and started noticing all these "satanic" kids coming in-and-out of the abandoned church! A few moments later, a friend comes in and says "The cops are here..." and we ALL stopped whatever we were doing, try to split up, but only manage to be caught by both officers. We were all asked to face the wall and got padded down for drugs, weapons, etc. Having been clean, the male officer questions us and all of our responses contain a "Yes, sir/No, sir", to which he says "I bet some of you are in ROTC and would hate to have your superiors know about this, right?", so of course we agreed with him. In the end, we were instructed to leave the church and not return! That didn't sit well with us, so we came back around 3 a.m. under cover of darkness to retrieve our things. That is the only scariest moment I've ever had during my urban explorations.
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| Hertz
Gender: Male Total Likes: 2 likes
| | | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 44 on 11/20/2013 5:16 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Popped the UE cherry by going to probably the most infamous hospital in MD. You know... that really long walk down the tracks Geniuses we were, it was a hot summer day, the 3 of us, and as green as can be with regard to experience. We stayed into the evening, put about 8 hours in onsite. (Anyone that has ever been to this now partially dozed place wonders how you can spend 8 hours looking, but I digress) Anyway. Night time hits. We all have enough flashlights to film an action movie in one of the larger rooms, so illumination = great. Making our way through a stairwell out of the huge main building closest to the tracks we hear some murmuring. (Again at this point we are hypes anyway from all the research about it being "haunted") So we all go through that "Shh! Shh! I F###ing heard something!" phase for about 8-10 minutes back and forth. We deliberated in the stairwell - now sweating our keisters off because we're not moving around - about what we should do. During this time we feel trudging vibrations above us somewhere, and more murmuring. OK. Shit. Time to GTFO. We go dark with some vague idea the direction we need to travel. One at a time work our way out of the stairwell in the direction of the woods bordering one of the small buildings. We remembered there was a path to the tracks that way. First guy, master of creep, no problem. Me, half-ass paintball game jog, still ok. Third guy... < CLANG-BANG-BANG> ... hewings some rusted metal crud on the ground. Loud as chucking empty cans against a concrete wall. !!! ShitShitShitGTFO!!! We haul it all the way back to the tracks. Lickety split; all the while "ShitShitShitGTFO" being the motivation. Needless to say, made it back to the tracks, regained the cool, and then trudged back to where we parked. Now in retrospect it was probably more people doing the same thing we were... but at the time we thought Killer Psycho Bums or Cops Training K-9s. Still though the me from now points and laughs at the me back then.
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| bonnie&clyde
Location: 510 & 415 Gender: Both Total Likes: 342 likes
Cleverly disguised as responsible adults
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 45 on 11/20/2013 8:02 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by Hertz Popped the UE cherry by going to probably the most infamous hospital in MD. You know... that really long walk down the tracks Geniuses we were, it was a hot summer day, the 3 of us, and as green as can be with regard to experience. We stayed into the evening, put about 8 hours in onsite. (Anyone that has ever been to this now partially dozed place wonders how you can spend 8 hours looking, but I digress) Anyway. Night time hits. We all have enough flashlights to film an action movie in one of the larger rooms, so illumination = great. Making our way through a stairwell out of the huge main building closest to the tracks we hear some murmuring. (Again at this point we are hypes anyway from all the research about it being "haunted") So we all go through that "Shh! Shh! I F###ing heard something!" phase for about 8-10 minutes back and forth. We deliberated in the stairwell - now sweating our keisters off because we're not moving around - about what we should do. During this time we feel trudging vibrations above us somewhere, and more murmuring. OK. Shit. Time to GTFO. We go dark with some vague idea the direction we need to travel. One at a time work our way out of the stairwell in the direction of the woods bordering one of the small buildings. We remembered there was a path to the tracks that way. First guy, master of creep, no problem. Me, half-ass paintball game jog, still ok. Third guy... <CLANG-BANG-BANG> ... hewings some rusted metal crud on the ground. Loud as chucking empty cans against a concrete wall. !!! ShitShitShitGTFO!!! We haul it all the way back to the tracks. Lickety split; all the while "ShitShitShitGTFO" being the motivation. Needless to say, made it back to the tracks, regained the cool, and then trudged back to where we parked. Now in retrospect it was probably more people doing the same thing we were... but at the time we thought Killer Psycho Bums or Cops Training K-9s. Still though the me from now points and laughs at the me back then.
| LMFAO!!!!! "Enough flashlites to film an action movie". Weird for k9 training at night, creepier to think there were ppl there the whole 8 hours you were there. Yes, it is so funny to look back at how differently you react to stuff "now" compared to "then". Love reading all of y'alls stories! So interesting and entertaining
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| Afronaut
Location: Philadelphia Gender: Male Total Likes: 6 likes
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 52 on 12/4/2013 4:57 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | When I was seventeen, some friends and I went on an extremely poorly planned excursion to a rather famous state hospital outside of Philadelphia. Our group was far too large, we had a single cheap flashlight, and none of us had the slightest idea about the layout of the campus. Think of everything that you shouldn't do during an explore. Fast forward to the part where we find ourselves in the pitch black tunnels beneath the campus. The one holding the flashlight is next to me. We look behind us and there's another flashlight bobbing in the distance. Frantically we start to run down the damp corridor, somehow not slicing ourselves open on the rusty furniture that cluttered the hallway. We ducked into an alcove off the side of the corridor that housed what appeared to be backup generators of some kind. We hid behind those for a few minutes, not knowing what to do. Someone discovered a staircase at the back of the room that we stormed up as fast as we could. We find ourselves in the dietary wing, completely boarded up save for one window with about a fifteen foot drop on the other side. That's when whoever was following us started screaming "Who the fuck are you?" "What the fuck are you doing here?" Frantically we yell back "We're leaving, we're leaving." and they yell back "No you fucking aren't." Seventeen year old me nearly soiled himself. Four guys jumped out the window, the three remaining, which included myself, stayed and waited for whoever was charging down the hallway. Barging through the doorway comes some Brock Lesner looking guy and a scrawny but loud guy, who finally identify themselves as security guards. They escort us out of the place and detain us until the police arrived. Another guy was waiting outside and caught the ones who jumped out of the window. They asked us questions which we dodged until the real cops showed up. Surprisingly enough the actual police seemed annoyed more with the security guards than they were with us, and told us we didn't need to answer any of their questions. It wasn't until after we were apprehended that the Brock Lesner looking fellow identifies himself as the owner of the property, and tells us that Ghost Adventures is trying to film a segment on this place and we rudely interrupted it. The only slightly positive part of all this nonsense is that we actually met one of the guys from Ghost Adventures. Moral of the story seems to be this: When I was a teenager, I was very dumb.
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| bonnie&clyde
Location: 510 & 415 Gender: Both Total Likes: 342 likes
Cleverly disguised as responsible adults
| | | Re: That "Oh Shit" moment < Reply # 56 on 12/14/2013 1:07 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | So one night "Insainly Sound" and I decided to go here: http://www.uer.ca/...d=82929&currpage=1 I had been there countless times already but he hadn't so we gave it a go. We were inside for about 20 minutes and started hearing voices. Well first one guy, then 2 more, then 3 more all started popping out of different rooms and although they seemed friendly (all between 19-25yo maybe?), it took me off guard a bit. They then surrounded us (we all have flashlites but it's pitch black inside) and go "hey we have all been practicing this new way of singing! Wanna hear?" Uhhh I guess? I was hoping for some Color Me Badd/Boys2Men harmonizing but they started throat singing/chanting. It felt like a satanic ritual. After their little ditty one of the guys took us into a classroom and as the 3 of us sat there by candlelight he pulls this HUGE fucking knife from a drawer to "show us". We were sitting in a triangle with me with my back to the wall trying to gauge everything. Insainly wasn't fazed but I brought up the old stand-by "hey Doug is outside and can't find the POE" to get us out of the room. We got out and Insainly is down to keep exploring but I just wanna GTFO. As we walk down the hall he's like "where's Doug!" and I'm just like :/
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