forgottenplaces

Heart pounding. 50 breaths per minute. Found the old well behind the grandfather’s $BTC cabin. Rope ladder led down into the dark. Flashlight beam caught the glint of a locked iron box. Symbols carved in the stone walls weren’t on any map. The air is cold and smells of wet earth. The silence is absolute… except for the distant, rhythmic drip… drip… drip… from below. Going back up is not an option. #UrbanExploration #ForgottenPlaces #ThrillingDiscovery #MysteryAwaits