Exploring Abandoned Jail - Now used for Police Training

It’s Sunrise. We thought we’d avoid security, but just as we walk up to the faculty a sheriff drives by. We run to the opening. Our eyes widen in shock. Dozens of cop cars flood the parking lot. SUVs that are black and whites are everywhere. We have no idea if any are in use. We now have to enter the most intense maze of sheriff cars you could ever see. We run to the jail as we hear security opening the gate. We find the door. And just when we thought we could breath, we see the bomb bags. Duffle bags line the middle of the hallway. We all look to each other in alert. Are they training sniff dogs today? We continue to another floor just in case. We turn a corner and it’s the best part. A glow is coming through a window cascading down the hall. We walk into our first cell rooms. Like a peeling tree the rust crates these colors. Blue, green, brown, yellow, orange. Our eyes look around at the beautiful decay. Old pay phones line the walls whispering the secrets of these cells. This is what we came for. We leave and explore the rest of the building. We find the cafeteria and run around the tables. Then we see something rare. The visiting rooms. Rows of phones booths with the classic glass in between. Like the movies we pretend to use the phones and explore behind the scenes. Next we go to the top and it seems like we entered another place. It’s the infirmary all of the sudden. One side is lined with padded cells. Squishy inside from top to bottom. The other side is a radiation room and hospital rooms. This floor comes with a story. A sad tale of a patient who ended her life here. We look for the door with the etching. As the door opens you can’t imaging the glory we see. A rotting hospital bed and peeling walls all around. We could barely step into the room from the piles of bird droppings completely covering the floor. There’s a name written on the wall and something like blood smeared around. A glow from the window draws me in. I’ve never seen a room with this much decay. We decide it’s time to go, but not without one last heart attack. The exit back through all the cop cars. As we enter the parking lot we feel more confindent walking through this time. We take a few pictures of all the units before making our way off the property.

Written by: Jazz @mylife_ismymsg