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My friend Niles and I would explore abandoned places as a hobby all across our small town in North Carolina. I remember the first time we did urban exploring, I nearly got myself killed after falling down the brittle wooden stairs in that house on the corner, resulting in a large gash on my left leg that I needed 16 stitches on. That house is where Nigel and I went on that particular day.
According to my neighbors who lived near that place, the house was built in the mid-1950s. The former owner who resided here had passed away from antifreeze poisoning in 1999 and the house has been abandoned since.
It was a Saturday on that day and school was closed during the weekends so we had extra time to explore. We packed our things and we biked our way to the house which was only a few blocks away from us. We headed up the front porch towards the front door which happened to be left unlocked.
Opening the front door revealed the main hallway. Since we had been there before, my friend and I quickly knew which rooms to explore. The first place we explored was the living room. There was nothing special inside, other than a leather couch, a couple of paintings, an old television, and some random brick we found on the carpet.
At that time, we weren't interested in the kitchen. Instead, we carefully went up the stairs at the end of the hallway to the second floor. On the second floor was another main hallway with four doors. The first went to the bathroom, the second went to the master bedroom, the third went to a closet, and the final went to the guest bedroom.
The first room we checked was the master bedroom. After finding nothing of interest, we checked the other three rooms. Checking the guest bedroom and bathroom yielded similar results. Now, the only place we hadn't checked on the second floor was the closet.
As I was near the closet door, I had a gut feeling that I shouldn't listen. I decided to listen to my gut. It was getting dark anyway so I told Niles that we should go back home. He agreed, so we headed down the stairs and down to the main hallway. Just as we were about to leave we heard someone come down the stairs.
Wasting no time, we bolted out the front door, got on our bikes, and kept pedaling until we reached my house. We ran towards my front door, opened and closed it, and to my living room where we rested on the couch. The both of us were panting heavily for a moment before eventually, we decided to just rest for a bit.
However, while we were resting, we heard glass breaking. The sound woke the both of us up. Since I still had my flashlight in my hand, I turned it on and faced it toward the direction of the sound. In that direction was the back kitchen window with a large hole in it. On the ground next to it was a large brick, which I was sure was the same brick I found in that abandoned house.
