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Seriously, how old are we, six? Can't most adults healthy enough to explore an abandoned building also control their bowels?

Graffiti always makes me wonder why such people have such a screaming need to make their presence known to all who come after. What deeply-rooted insecurity makes it impossible for them to pass through a place without making their mark? Why is it so necessary to be noticed?

Damn, you're good.

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That's oddly melancholy.

Wow, nice shot.

I'm curious as to what brian ferreira thinks this is, if not a morgue.

That's a big soap dispenser on the right wall there.

These are vastly better than the showers at my own old high school (built circa 1956). One huge tiled room with eight showerheads jutting out of each long wall. No dividers or curtains.

Adolescent hell.

Your pictures are amazing.
And to Kat- Judge not lest you be judged Holier than thou. Your words make me feel sick to my stomach.

i rememba these in the gudd old days pretty scary stuff

i went there lik 5 yrs its mad different

my mom is an ex employee of pigrim state she worked there for almost 15 years.She used to pick up the dead bodies from all over the grounds then bring them to this room.Then they would go in the refrigerator, which is right behind that metal bed in the pic.From there the mortician would put them on that table, drain there blood out of there bodies, pull out all experimental parts including brains and organs (which from there my mother took the brains to the world trade center, she did a lot of the driving for patients and other things she was friends with the mortician whose name was fred), they took a lot of the bodies over to the cemetary that was also on the grounds called the cemetary of the good samaritan.She told me it was really inhumane how they would bury these bodies sometimes, being alot of the time patients had no one who cared for them no family or anything, anyway they would bury them in heavy corrugated cardboard boxes and move them by forklift through the center to the cemetary.And sometimes the boxes got damp from the moisture in the top shelf of the store house (she doesnt remember the number of the building but it was located by work control which she thinks was building 36) and sometimes the bodies would fall through the box and between the forks of the forklift.She said this was rare but it happened sometimes.Anyone who reads this who is also an ex employee who knows what she is talking about is gonna know she was either a groundskeeper or garage help.But she said it was a screwed up place it was a disgusting place and a horrible place to work or have to call home.I live 20 mins away from all these buildings so she takes me on tours sometimes, shes got a lot of experience and she was like the only she there so any other ex employee...your probaly right about who your thinking this woman is.she worked ther 1976 to 1989.good day guys.

It looks like the dog in How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Lovely gallery, and what a lovely closing shot! I simply cannot what for your next one!