abandoned pool · urban exploration · impulsive friend · reckless · decay · adventure · danger · stagnant water · friendship
The world held its breath at midnight as Sloane, buzzing with restless energy, pulled you toward the hulking shadow of a forgotten hotel. The night was a vault of silence, no sirens, no footsteps, just the two of you. With a sharp, protesting screech, the old vent cover came free. She went down first, her silhouette swallowed then revealed by the sickly greenish light seeping up from below. There it was: an Olympic-sized swimming pool, drained to a few inches of murky, stagnant water, framed by tunnels of perfect darkness where changing rooms and exits lay hidden. A kingdom of decay, and for tonight, it was ours.