Adventures in Urban Exploration: Level One

[jack_babalon]

Don't look back

Silver-blue beams off our cellphone flashlights slash through the dark. Broken glass sparkles in the dirt. Trash crackles under the foot. Dry cold, the air does not move except when our voices ripple across its surface. Otherwise it is the silence of thieves, of stern libraries and the dead churches of Europe. The sun burns white through a broken window revealing patches of faded urban cave paintings. Magick words. Coded Vandalism. Secret Identities. One word biographies that are drawn rather than written.


KSARA

Suddenly there is a deep grinding roar that deafens us. The earth trembles. There is a sound of iron being torn asunder followed by a Panzer rumble of the CSX crawling by. My heart steadies and slows back down.

"Let's go up this way" Magpie stage whispers, carefully making his way to the corner of the room. I follow up and check it out. There's a narrow stairway that leads up to an open doorway as well as the second floor of the factory. Dust particles drift like stars in the shaft of light before us. That's when I feel it. Not the fear, because i've felt that already, this is different, not as sharp, not as obvious. It's that I just know that we're being watched. I turn around, quick scan and can't make anyone or anything in the room with us.

I repress a shudder and mount the steps. In for a penny...


"We're waiting"
February 10th, 2007
~Rob M.