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Oh ughh disgusting...I guess I don't wanna know how that got there...or maybe I do (curiosity killed the cat, ya know!)

Is that a mirror at the end of the corridor? And HOW many times have you been to that place

I wasn't there. My brother brought back part of a dirty wrist bone and what looked like the ring finger and the pinky in a plastic bag.

Isn't it some sort of crime to erase historical evidance? Some guy already bought some 70 odd acres of land costing him $18 mill. for his apartment idea. I keep popping up because I am doing a report on some of the things that went on and why it was closed so suddenly. This is the closest I've gotten to finding any info.

WHERE WERE THE SMART ONES? [SORRY I JUST HAD TO DO IT.]

A skeletal hand? Really? Yuck, I had to "assemble" one for Anatomy class. You positive it was a hand? It's not I don't believe you but that just seems...wow. What else was around the area?

Wow, do you think someone was in there shortly before you? I mean, lights have to burn out eventually...and leaving them on isn't all too bright, either...I'd think it could be a fire hazard.

I know it may seem a bit sick but I am interested in knowing what kinds of things REALLY happened behind those walls. One of my brothers and their friend went there and found part of a skeletal hand down in one of the tunnles. Did you find any interesting stories in that file room?

I created a program that resizes and optimizes each photo for the web then stores them in a database, so that information probably gets lost somewhere along the way. I also shoot in RAW so I'm not sure if that information even gets pulled from there...

No, this stuff was arranged on the table like that when I got there and no, I didn't try them on
I'll check my email again tonight, mine's been weird too.

No, the lights were on already, I try to avoid flipping switches in a power plant that's still juiced!

I remember someone telling a story where they were messing around with some old controls to a giant conveyor belt and it actually started up and began to move... you never know.

at least your hands would be clean when you plucked them out.

I'll share, just not with Lynne, she put a muzzle on me.

Don't feel bad (dirty), Bob. I met my Hubby in a laundry room of a motel we worked in, Laundries can be fun!

or maybe we are both demented?

Well would you, Lynne?