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.
One of the strange things about bathrooms in shopping centres is that they are always far away from everything else. I presume some architectural reason exists for having to walk down long corridors to relieve yourself.
Visiting Monfeld had set me off. I had always been interested in the idea of visiting abandoned malls, and I've watched loads of videos of vloggers creeping around dusty shops. But this was the first time I had actually gone into one. And I get nervous. This issue has dogged me throughout job interviews and dates. Even though my throat was dry, I needed a break.
I should have thought about the fact that bathrooms are windowless cubes. My torch helped, but the yellow light made shapes upon the wall. Using the urinals was too difficult. I was certain someone was going to grasp my shoulder. In the end I gave up. But then I saw the webbing. The matted, yellowing ball within, and what remained of a limp hand.
Thick swathes of crabbed legged creatures scuttled towards me, their eyes moving like a million words decorated the surrounding tiles.
That did the trick.
I was out of Monfeld in five minutes. This was my first and last trip to an abandoned location. I have cut down on the videos too. You cannot relax when looking for webs in the corners.