Gothic

I have turned my love of urban exploration into a career. I love the idea of people living vicariously through my visits to places long since abandoned and dead.

Every location I have traversed has felt devoid of life, but not this one. There is a thrum coming off the masonry, a singular agonized moan echoing through time.

Every fiber of my being tells me to stay out, but the call of the gothic structure is too insistent. It is hypnosis of a sort, and I am in its thrall. I push my way inside feel like I am home.