I haven’t been able to sleep so I’ve been listening to scary stories about people who go places they shouldn’t at the most unwise times and I think to myself “how stupid, I would never do anything of the sort”.

Then I remember, on Sunday, my friends and I were having a wine night when Pablo started talking about some abandoned apartment complex that was never finished. He said that satanists and sketchy people go there and so I say “let’s go” and they all agree and we decide upon 3am as a good time. So we’re all drunk and I put the tequila in my backpack and we head out. My boyfriend says he’s staying outside since he’s not into that and we go in. We all have our phone lights on and the first floor is big and just open space and other than the graffiti on the walls, there is no one there but us. We go all the way up to the fourth floor (we had to cautiously make our way over some metal pipes though because some stairs weren’t finished). We get up to the open space (where the windows would have been; no glass or mirrors anywhere) and my boyfriend calls Pablo. He is asking him why we were still on the first floor. We flash our lights toward him and he texts us a photo of two lights on downstairs, on the first floor. We don’t pay any mind to it and do some shots and after about an hour, we leave. Next day, Pablo and I are spooked because oh my god there were two people there with us. My boyfriend said he could see a shadow near one of the pillars. At any rate, why were they hiding if they weren’t up to anything shady? Why were their lights on and why didn’t we hear them?

Also, I am clearly no better than the people in the stories.