The following may be a fictional story but it may also be real, we will never know because it is an excerpt from a diary found in an abandoned apartment building. Of which the apartments last occupant was a woman.
November 1, 1998
Dear Diary,
I don't know where to start cause a thing like this is only leading to being known as crazy. I went out last night to a Halloween party with some friends, like everyone else I decided to dress up for the fun. I had on this silky dress that could be seen through if a bright light were to shine on it, I wanted to have some fun so I decided to forgo underwear. As all my friends showed up we piled into two cars and headed out to the party at the old high school gym.
The gym was condemn a couple of years ago when the janitor fell to his death as a support beam gave way which led to the roof about to collapse. The school decided to close it for the protection of the children, what a shame cause to some it would be a God send. Back to the gym it was one built in the 1940's when bigger was better, so it would be the perfect spot for the party to be held, illegally of course.
Parking was hell we all couldn't park in the same place because it would attract to much attention so everyone parked throughout the neighborhood and blended in on their way to the gym. The front door was sealed tightly but a sign read that we should follow the tiny X's painted on the ground. Following the trail of bread crumbs we came to a ramp that led to a second story window, what fun we had we partied and walked the plank all in the same night.
We walked up the plank to the window bouncing as we took each step, maybe I should've worn a bra cause by the time I got to the window I was holding onto my breasts. Ignoring the temptation of manipulating my nipples I continued on and climbed into what looked like a storage room, it was hard to tell with the little light that was available. As we were early, but not early enough not to stand in line I started to sway to the music that was vibrating up from below.