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When I was about 8 my friend Chris dared me to try and open the back door of the "haunted" house in our town. I did. It was fun. 30 years on I am still chasing those "kid in a haunted house" thrills.
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Hanging out and getting blowed/skateboarding inside a now demolished, huge, abandoned paper mill with half the equipment and stuff still intact as a teenager set the stage for me. I discovered that I liked exploring the abandoned places and forgotten parts of public spaces more than I liked getting lit or doing the normal business inside of places. Now I just get into whatever's open hahaha
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Posted by 2Xplorations
Yeah, all the vacant buildings and storm drains we explored as kids back in the 1960s and 70s wasn't official.
It took the Internet to make it official.
Next; the people on Instagram will claim they invented it.
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QFT, even though that was well before my time.
Honestly, I did get involved until a group of people I met in university became friends and we began dedicating many a night to finding a way into the campus steam tunnel system. It then went from there.
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The junior high I went to had a lake behind it and across the lake you could see the old insane asylum (before it was demolished), there was always story's about things that happened over there so me and a few friends decided to head over after school, there was a few other groups of kids there and we all ended up exploring the building and it was an awesome, creepy and exciting, after that I was hooked!
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I was browsing youtube one day and I found a video uploaded by a channel called The Proper People. Their first video I watched was when they explored an abandoned mall in Florida. Then after awhile I started watching more people that do urbex such as Exploring With Josh. Soon after watching them I wanted to do urbex myself. And that's how I got into urban Exploration
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Posted by Big Poppa
When I was about 8 my friend Chris dared me to try and open the back door of the "haunted" house in our town. I did. It was fun. 30 years on I am still chasing those "kid in a haunted house" thrills.
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You reminded me of an almost identical story (when I was aged between 8 & 12). This "haunted" house had a "corpse" wrapped up on the bed in the front bedroom. Finally me and a friend built up the courage and went in through the back door. I could hear my heart beating louder with each step as we crept down the dark dusty hallway. Just as we got to the front room, with my heart pounding through my shirt, an old man jumped out screaming at us. I pushed my friend out of the way and ran so hard through the back door that it opened outwards even though it shouldn't have (in my head I was certain there was a neat cartoonesque figure of me smashed into the door). I didn't stop running until I was home in my bedroom.
It turns out it was my friend's older brother in an old man mask. I'd been set up!
And the corpse? Just a rolled up mattress.
You can not create that feeling as an adult.
Fucking awesome! 
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I used to not care about the urban at all, and only stayed in the small Dallas suburb that I live in at the moment.
Then I traveled to Los Angeles to visit my sister, did stuff in the city, and realized how much I actually like the city, how I've bene missing out by restricting myself to the suburbs.
so when I got back to Dallas, I made it a hobby to take the DART train around DFW and just explore, see places and see the city. Realizing how much I love the city inspired me to get into urban exploration.
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I hit this realization mid exploration of an abandoned Macy's. I used to play a game called Mega-Man Legends, in the game the player had to go into deep dungeons created by a high tech ancient civilization and search for treasures. That game reminds me of a lot of the places I've explored and I'd like to think that's what originally got me into this.
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My grandmother, of all things, got me into "exploring".
Backstory: When i was a young lad in the late 70's and early 80's and living in a small town in Texas, our recreational activities used to include climbing into a truck and just "ridin' around". From this, my grandmother and aunt would usually be the ones doing to driving and i'd tag along (in hopes we'd get to go to a garage sale or something else cool). Most of the time, we took little winding dirt roads that generally ended up by old graveyards, ghost towns and abandoned farms/houses. We would often just stop at these places and walk into them to see what was there. At the time, i think the thrill of being somewhere we shouldn't be and seeing stuff that no one had seen for a while was the big thrill. Most of the time, it was relatively harmless and we'd just be in the attic of some house wondering how a set of rocking chairs got up there...sometimes we found things like jars full of preserved animals in a cellar. Rural Texas is an interesting place and i still enjoy finding what i can wherever i go.
As an adult, part of me wants to see these places not "disappear" and live on in some way. While i totally "get" why things do end up getting demolished, it absolutely saddens me each time it happens. The bigger and more historic the place is, the more i feel like it's such a waste. (take a look at the recent Swift Meat Packing in Fort Worth for an example.) I love history and architecture and the little details that went into crafting a building/home/business and have the mentality that if i don't see it today, it may not be there tomorrow.
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Through my travels, I needed places where I could shit in peace.
You see, I suffer from a very severe case of tourette's syndrome; people wouldn't let me use their toilets because all my ticks, screaming and swearing were scaring them, and the words supposed to convey my feelings would get buried under the tourette's. Sadly, trying to sneak into forbidden grounds is no easy task whilst shouting obscenities, so, throwed out, I often ended up having to shit in my pants.
It may seem funny, but it's really not. I cry evry time
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A combination of breaking into the "haunted house" across the street as a little kid, thrill seeking, late Friday nights with nothing to do, and great friends with horrible suggestions. One bad decision led to another and suddenly I explore regularly.
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When I was younger I was always fascinated with scary stories or haunted houses, and one day I came across a picture a classmate of mine posted of a state school. After talking to her I realized these types of places weren't just in books and horror movies and I decided to go to one myself. Ever since I'm always looking for new places.
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I read too many adventure books and felt deep dysphoria that we've discovered everywhere already, except the places that my teenage self didn't have the resources to access. But man, I could ride my bike to a derelict building and feel like I was discovering some ancient ruin.
Plus I really dig that liminal space feel.
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Going into all the to-be-demolished houses in my neighbourhood, last summer...
There's huge turnover in the real estate market in Toronto, especially where I live in the north end, so absurd amounts of older homes in some areas end up getting bought up every summer, surrounded by demo fencing, and then harangued by backhoes until they fall down. Then they build monuments to excess atop the carcasses, and call it a day. Oh, not before they have some sap with too much money (or too little) buy it up and throw their family into it, while chanting some verse about "equity".
Anyway. All these old homes end up being demolished regardless, so I decided to pop into one on a whim last summer.
My first exploration was a pretty pristine house on a very quiet street which was going to be taken down a few months later. Unlocked front, no utilities, gigantic amount of space. I called it the "Scarface house" on account of the crazy thirty-foot floor-to-ceiling mirrors and middle-of-the-room fireplace in the living room. Missing the gargantuan desk topped with a mountain of coke, though. It was pretty in line with the decadence of the eighties, however.
Ended up taking two of my friends through since it was so interesting, and one of them became my exploration buddy because of it. We haven't done much yet, but we're ambitious and have relatively decent agility.
And now, I just like the history and intrigue of places which have been shut down or are being remodeled. Walking through somewhere completely stripped down from its original purpose, thinking about all the stories and happenings inside a certain place...
That, and the adrenaline rush from being a little sneaky-sneak and climbing around on shit.
Posted by Barry Bee
Through my travels, I needed places where I could shit in peace.
You see, I suffer from a very severe case of tourette's syndrome; people wouldn't let me use their toilets because all my ticks, screaming and swearing were scaring them, and the words supposed to convey my feelings would get buried under the tourette's. Sadly, trying to sneak into forbidden grounds is no easy task whilst shouting obscenities, so, throwed out, I often ended up having to shit in my pants.
It may seem funny, but it's really not. I cry evry time
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On a side note, Barry, you're my fucking hero.
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my love for history and the stories tied to abandoned buildings are what have pulled me into the wonderful world of urban exploration.
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Started out by stopping at Abandoned places with.my parent on family road trips and it just kept going since then. Still will do family exploring days every once in awhile.
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The sense of adventure, and to preserve the history of a building before it's gone. I like being one of few people to have experienced something, and the thrill is also nice.
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Infiltration + Opacity + Sleepy City + This Site + The realization that I can do some of this crazy shit myself rather than just reading about it.
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About six years ago or so, I started writing a story set in a post-apocalyptic world. (Think 'The Road'.) Since those genres heavily use abandoned buildings, I told myself I wanted to go for realism for what an abandoned building is 'really' like. So, after a few months of looking, I found myself an abandoned hospital and began to use my explores as a visual learning guide of how to write dark, eerie places.
Little did I know it would turn out to be my favorite hobby.
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I think its interesting how beautiful things are forgotten, how we abandoned beautiful architecture for cookie cutter houses. Cutting Corners doesn't make you happy even if its more efficient. Urban exploring reminds me to calm down and walk slower. enjoy .
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