Urban exploration isn’t only about exploring abandoned places but about hanging out with friends, interacting with the locals and finding the small details that gives these places character. I thought I’d share some stories with you throughout the following weeks.
I first explored the now-demolished William Robinson house back in 2009. Back then, there wasn’t as much damage done to the property as the years that followed. You weren’t able to enter through the front as it was boarded up but the back door was always unlocked. There was no graffiti, the doors and windows were still intact and the floors weren’t falling from underneath you.
In one of the kids’ rooms, among the moldy stuffed animals and broken race cars, was a small plastic box filled with medical equipment and old x-ray scans tucked beneath the bed. Among the scans was a small water-damaged diary, all the pages were blank except for one page. The following is how it was written, nothing had been changed. Here is what it said:
My name is Toini and I am ten years old and in the 5th grade. I have 2 brothers named Joey(3) and Pentti(6). Pentti died when he was 3 and I was 7. He died a month and 3 days before he would have been 4. It was through medical neglegence. I still wish I could make both doctors pay the way I did. My brother had brain damage. I love him and miss him and always will. My parents are great too. My dad(52) is a saxophonist and is a QVC person also. My mom(45) is a Mary-Kay and Avon lady. She likes sales and thinks Mary-Kay is better.
The family would soon abandon the home as the damages caused by Hurricane Frances deemed the house uninhabitable.
You can read more about the history of the house here.