Tales of the Urban Explorer: Creepier House

Moving on from Storthes Wood Lodge I knew of another quite bad condition derp nearby I visited last year named The Graffiti House with @dizzydiscovery.

As @anidiotexplores had not visited this one and as I had failed to get into the other house behind it tentatively named ‘Creepier House’ I figured it would benefit us both.

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On arriving I could see little had changed in 'The Graffiti House', and before I knew it my comrade had disappeared into its depths and I supposed was snapping away.

On following, I couldn't find him and my yells were yielding no response.

Where the fuck had he gone now?

Ah.. but things had changed, and at once I could see The Graffiti House was now simply a conduit for what lay beyond.

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Jumping through the window with the agility of a pregnant sloth I made my way down to another house that looked remarkably similar.

It was there I caught up with @anidiotexplores who was attempting to get close enough to what looked like a window mostly devoid of glass.

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....'Creepier House, May 2020 - Looking a lot more Creepier than in more modern times'...

It doesn’t look quite so creepy anymore, I was thinking. That’s what bright sunlight does.

I do know of another explorer, in fact, a Goontuber who ran in terror from 'Creepier House' not so long ago. What was so dreadful inside that could instill fear in a veteran solo explorer?

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Once again brambles and overgrown nettles were the major obstacles to getting close. If portable machetes were not illegal here I would carry one for this task.

After straddling through the empty window I found myself in yet another graffiti-filled old house.

At least this one was not falling apart so badly as the others.

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My eyes immediately went to the mantlepiece above the old fireplace. What was that?

…“Don’t touch the shoe”…

I gingerly reached out a shaking finger to touch the shoe but was propelled back with such force that slammed me into the rear wall breaking a fingernail.

Dazed and confused I pulled myself up now very wary of this ancient relic that was suddenly pulsating brightly and emanating an aura of pure terror within me.

I could go close…, but not touch?

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That battered shoe was made of real leather and was that genuine Adidas? I slowly backed off fearful I was looking at the very shoe that Ben Johnson wore in the 1988 Olympics when he was disqualified for doping.

It was cursed!

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Fuck the shoe I thought there’s other bullshit to look at here and a cursed shoe was not going to scare me. There was a cocaine camp here, or so I was led to believe.

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Leaving the ‘shoe room' behind I spotted the kitchen which had all its units intact.

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Had someone left a pile of chocolates behind in the far corner?

A closer look revealed a stash of conkers or Horse Chestnuts to non-UK people.

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Does anyone bother with conkers anymore?

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Kids these days don’t do conker fights.

Unlike the other house, there was a little correspondence hanging around.

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A past inhabitant appeared to be a tools trader. I saw more than one of these invoices scattered around.

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The same person had also completed certificates while living here. Everything was dated around 1996. Surely it had not been empty for that long?

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The style of graffiti was astonishingly similar to that of Storthes Wood Lodge. Not too surprising as the old Lodge is less than a mile away.

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The number of times I have been told ‘I am going to die’ if I go here or there is getting old.

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Chairs and cups. Was there someone living here, or are they old ones?

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The style of colouring and décor could be suitable for young kids and no one else.

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Beds but no bedding; The upstairs areas were dry yet I had the feeling no homeless were living here.

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If I was easily offending by all the writings I would have stopped exploring years ago.

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A sign of the times; Tony Blair had been elected our Prime Minister just a year before. Of course, his wife had to go topless to cause him some embarrassment.

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There was little inside 'Creepier House' beside the dreaded shoe and a ton of graffiti.

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I peered at the sign on the outside of the house while exiting. It was the usual dangerous building sign warning me not to enter.

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No warning about that shoe. Had it all been a bad dream?

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