Our Visit to the Old Paper Mill

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Story type: Channelling
Location: Salt Lake City
Source: Form Submission

My new friend lives by the old paper mill. This was a dream come true, because the previous summer everytime I would drive down Fort Union Blv. I would slow down to look at it. It is one beautiful building. Getting inside was a bitch! The place is condemed and damn they lock it up good. But a few good tools (and hours) got us through the fence and inside a window by the courtyard. Inside is a storage room almost. The next room has a hudge paper machine. The next has a big ballroom. We went up the tower whitch was sick cause it had dog poo everywhere. It felt like it was gonna fall down. Upstairs, in this room you could see shadows dart everywhere. It was like a bedroom. The place is beautiful. Very elegent. You could hear crashes around the house. The bioler room is the worst. You could hear barking upstairs. But only me and lauren heard it the other boys couldn't. In the boiler room my body became stiff and i could not move. I could feel brething on my neck. I could almost hear arguing upstairs. We thought it was the cops about to bust us, so we got the heck outta there. While leaving you could hear them say weird things that didn't make sense. Once outside, there was no police car and we could hear the barking get loulder and cease into a yelp.