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Against my better judgment.. I said screw it.. I have to see what's back there now and moved the board to the side. It wasn't nailed down, it was just kind of sitting there...
 
This is where this building got fucked. The very first door I passed was shut. I wanted to explore every room though and when I looked up, I saw the following written on the door with duct tape:<br />"RapeSex room"
 
I kid you not.. "RapeSex room".. it was obvious that people were coming in and out of here at that point but the place seemed empty. I placed my ear against the door and I didn't hear anything.. so I entered the room.
 
I walked in and the place was filled with dusty couches, but the only thing that didn't have dust on it was a table.
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I wanted to leave, I heard a voice, someone was going to come back for their money and it was getting too spooky for me. My friend pulled out a knife (apparently I'm the only fucking person on the planet that doesn't have one) and we slowly walked down that hallway again.
 
We looked past the rapeSex room, and the coat was missing. It's like everything that I originally saw when I first came here was different.
 
That desk propped up against the adjacent door was moved out of the way. As we were making our way to the room where I found the money, we heard a voice say: "you know you shouldn't be here"
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He never came home and it's been 12 hours. His cell phone was turned off. Wtf did I get into?
 
<span style="font-size:14px;"> I got back to the building, and the door was back. Well, almost. It was a different door. Inside, someone had freshly spray painted "welcome" over some of the satanic looking graffiti. Some of the candles were lit. The door to the rapesex room was wide open, but I couldn't see inside unless I walked across the room.</span>
 
I <span style="font-size:14px;">didn't see anyone at all, though their were a couple of new completely filled garbage bags across the room, which sketched me out...</span>
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I start creeping across the room with my swiss army knife ready in my head, and accidently step on something crunchy. It was my buddy's fucking phone! I whispered his name, but to no avail.
 
I continue creeping to the rapesex room and inside I see my friend's jacket on the table, exactly where the girls jacket was before. it didnt seem bloody, but it was very wet.
 
Then, I fucking get a text on my buddys phone "come here"... Nope nope no thank you