A nice gentleman in jeans approached me when I was taking pictures in the cemetery. He was standing near a small, Spanish tile roofed building.
“Do you wanna see something cool?” he asks while beckoning me to follow him behind the small building.
Not being suspicious of strangers, I gleefully squealed, “Yes!” and followed him without a single question. Now, I sort of got concerned when he started unlocking a padlocked set of wooden doors. Because, I mean, isn’t that how a good horror story starts?
The gentleman told me that he likes to ask elementary school children if they’d like to lie in the casket. Purportedly, each child agrees….
He opened another door to show a different type of casket: square. Also, one side of the original sliders (2x4s) were still in place.
The place had an odd aroma. A dusty, sweet–yet unidentifiable–aroma. *Fascinating*
All in all, my advice is that when you follow strange men into padlocked old buildings, good things are bound to happen.