Night Gallery!
Lake Alice by night

Creeping down the over grown path towards the back door sliding my hand through the bent open lock to push the bolt's free to open the big barred door, 10 years ago would have been no chance of doing such a thing. Rotting, wet that smell of mold ever to familiar. As we would slowly walk around to the left of the hallway missing the hole in the floor which some vandal had made a try at stealing the pipes below. Walking carefully over the broken glass off the surrounding above windows in the kitchen to make it into one of the recreation rooms that was always flooded with water and had a warm temperature about the room. The big heavy wooden doors would blow in the wind banging about making one paranoid and having to look behind themselves every five seconds. as you walked further into this dark and spooky old prison the history plays over and over in your mind.

Lake Alice Shrine R.I.P LA