The reports are still coming in. I have quite a few to run through, but this one rose to the top with ease. Plus it forms a nice echo with last week’s story. Brief tales from newbies who do not get far within Monfeld.

I am surprised by how physical a lot of these accounts are. I thought these would be tales of shadows and movement in the mirror. But today’s post either happened, or it didn’t.

As always please post any questions below.

Something is off about this story. My previous reports from Monfeld have all taken place within the building. But here is something that contradicts all of that. How did this happen? Surely nearby residents would have called the police? How is this not headline news?

This was our interviewee’s first attempt at urban exploring. I don’t think they will try again. But as usual, I am happy to follow up with any questions you have.

My next story is messed up. This is the oldest horror in urban retail. I don't have a huge amount of information about the person mentioned today. They messaged me saying something terrifying happened on a sightseeing trip round Monfeld. I am happy to contact them directly if you have any questions.

Even if this is a load of nonsense, it's still creepy.

I find the word Ironmongers such a ridiculous word, and one that is the absolute opposite of Monfeld. They sound like something lost in the times of Victorians or Edwardians, with oil and grease marks upon the wooden door. They are shops that belong in country villages, not in a faux American behemoth.

Today’s guest definitely had a similar opinion. They are a tagger who walked past the one in Monfeld. I found them on a forum, although I cannot see any social media presence. But I can ask if you have any questions.

Three stories in, and we already have one that breaks the mould. A last shop still functions in Monfeld. In a retail space near the street a door remains open.

This is an exclusive club. Not necessarily a good one.

I spoke to a woman who runs an Instagram of ‘hidden’ views around the city. The shopping centre was on their list, but they had no desire to break in like the urban explorers. So another obvious option existed. I bet they wished they had trespassed instead.

Today’s post is another one I found via social media. The account deals exclusively with vintage toys from about 1980 onwards. For context, Monfeld sprung up in 1989. In the user’s profile photo they wear an action figure themed baseball cap and t-shirt. That should give you an idea of their content. Nevertheless, this is a fascinating story. But I worry about the writer a great deal.

Monfeld has decent traction on social media. You can find plenty of videos of the inside, both pre and post closure. My guest today took a different approach. He posted his wounds. I messaged him to see if he was willing to explain what happened. Please find his account below.

My question is this. Where does the animal go at night?