Old creepy abandoned sugar mill in the town I grew up in. Kids used to sneak in at night. I was dating a boy who’s father was a police officer and he found out that the sugar mill wasn’t even on the police patrol route. Weird stuff always went down there. I kid you not, blood on the walls, dead animals (someone found a cat in an old suitcase) and weird weird noises. The scary factor of it is increased by the fact that our little town was founded by the KKK and all sorts of terrible things happened here and a few other specific places. (scanned 35mm film negatives)
(Source: timonysiobhan.com)