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1. Last november a couple of friends and I all went to this abondoned hotel outside of Orlando that we go to from time to time. To give you a little background on this place; there was a fire there in the mid 90s, and they just closed it and moved on. the fire only burned a few rooms, and when they left, they left everything there. All the rooms still have T.V.'s and mini refrigerators, sheets, towels, etc, etc. We usually go around about once a week, climb to the top room of the hotel(11th floor) and drink on the roof. From the roof you have a perfect view of downtown Orlando in the distance. The only negative is that sometimes when climbing the staircases, or exploring abondoned rooms you run into bums.
   
   So the night before me and this exact group of friends had gone to the hotel, and had a few beers on the roof, shot the shit, walked around the roof, had a good time, and then went home. the worst part of this is always the stairwells, because there is no power, and its echoey and there are usually bums in there, being creepy. so we decided to leave at about 3am, but first we were doing some exploring. we started exploring around the 7th floor, and found that almost every room was still eprfectly in tact (sheets, tvs, refrigerators), so we decided to come back the next day and get a few of the min fridges to make a minikegerator out of.
   
   the next day at about 10pm we hit up the 7/11 and buy a few cases of beer, load into the van and head to the hotel. We make the usual trek through the bushes, over the fences, up the 11 flights of stairs to the top floor. The only difference is that everything feels different this time (weve been there upwads of a dozen times). So my room mate and me start walking around the top floor with a pipe and a knife, thinking that maybe some rouge bums are gonna try and jump us or something. Anyways, we dont find anyone, but everyone still has a weird feeling. We mostly shrug it off, commence to climbing over the balcony onto the roof, and having a few beers. My friends are sitting in the living room of the hotel room smoking a joint, and I hear a few loud noises. I figure maybe its the cops coming to bust us for trespassing, or the bums finally getting pissed at us drinking in their home without their permission. so I hop the balcomy and run to where they are smoking, but none of them even heard it, so I'm a little on edge. After a few more beers we commence to doing the usualy antics we partake in (busting up mirrors, kicking holes in walls, setting a couch on fire, etc). At around 230am we decide its time to go grab a few of the minifridges and peace out. so we start our descent to the 7th floor, and on the way down pass a bum in the staircase. He pays us no mind, and we continue on our way. We get to the 7th floor and start walking around. We walk into the EXACT room that we were in the night before that had everything unscathed in it, and start talking about stuff. I was talking to myy friend Ben, and wasn't really paying attention, my room mate had the flashlight, and he was behind me, but we were just talking, and paying no heed to anything we were doing. so by now we are all in the room, and my roomie, Chris is just staring at the wall around the bed area. Suddenly he grabs me and mutters "yo, we need to get out of here, now". I'm confused, and I just kind of give him a weird look. (Chris is a big fuckin' ese, and a skin head, I've never seen him look scared, or concerned about anything) So he looks at me, nods towards the bed, and shines the flashlight. Where there had been a perfectly made bed the morning before, there was now sheets thrown about, blood all over the sheets, and wall, and spots on teh headboard where it seemed as if someone had been restrained. So I start flipping out, and he shines the light around the rest of the room...to which we notice there are bloody towels all over the place, the bathroom sink is fulll of blood, and towels, and there is blood all over the walls and floor. Its not dried blood either, its still red, not brown. so we all haul ass out of the room, and take off going down the stairs. Ive never descended 7 flights of stairs so fast in my life.