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Down in the basement where entering is off limits for unauthorized persons... But it's Halloween, and what would you do? Enter at your own risk.
So imagine the usual group of friends, students, probably, who want to spend an adventurous weekend in an abandoned old house at the end of the street (or, even better: in the middle of nowhere), in a house that is surrounded by a dark, gloomy mystery. They want to have some fun, and they also want to solve that mystery. You all know what will happen in the course of that weekend. First, there will be strange sounds that our group of friends will dismiss as "old house sounds". But the sounds get stranger, more threatening, so they will start looking for the origins of those sounds which seem to come from the basement (it's always the basement or the attic, isn't it?), a pitch dark, ice cold basement filled with eerie sounds. Will they go down there? You bet they will... and would you? I'll leave the rest of that story to your imagination. But I can tell you as much: I went down into that basement, by my own choice, by my free will (at least that's what I thought at the time).
Since I came back to tell the story, it's obvious that there were no supernatural powers in that basement. But it was a creepy place anyways, and it really had been pitch black down there. Without flashlights we'd have been lost. That basement has been the boiler room of an old prison. Accordingly, that sign on the now "unemployed" door says "Boiler room! No admittance for unauthorized persons! The director". I'd have never explored that basement on my own. I was there with Sabine.R back in September 2018. That prison, which had started of as a regular district court prison in 1901, has seen some very real horrors in the early 1930s. For more infos on its history and also on our visit there please check my album "Gefängnis Köpenick".
HSS and Happy Halloween, y'all :)
Irgendwo im Keller...
... mitten in Berlin... Oder befindet sich dieser düstere Keller überhaupt in Berlin und nicht etwa doch in einem einsam (sehr einsam) gelegenen, verlassenen, von einem tiefdunklen Geheimnis umgebenen Haus mitten im Nirgendwo?
Wäre dies der Schauplatz eines Gruselfilms, dann wäre es so. Dafür nehme man die üblichen Verdächtigen, eine Gruppe von Freunden (Studenten wahrscheinlich), die ein aufregendes Wochenende in diesem Haus verbringen wollen. Unsere Freundestruppe will einen draufmachen, Spaß haben, aber natürlich am Ende auch das Geheimnis dieses Hauses gelöst haben. Gesagt, getan. Und erst sieht auch alles nach eine großen Spaß aus und das "Geheimnis" ist wohl doch nur eine Geschichte ohne echten Hintergrund.
Aber dann, als es bereits dunkel wird, sind plötzlich seltsame Geräusche im Haus zu vernehmen, die unser Grüppchen zunächst als "Altes-Haus-Geräusche" abtut. Nur werden diese Geräusche mit jedem Quäntchen Tageslicht, das allmählich schwindet, immer bedrohlicher und unerklärlicher. Ist an dem Geheimnis evtl. doch was dran? Unsere abenteuerlustige (oder soll ich sagen: schon leicht lebensmüde) Truppe begibt sich also auf die Suche nach dem Ursprung der seltsamen Geräusche. Sie scheinen aus dem Keller zu kommen (es ist immer der Keller oder der Dachboden, nicht wahr?). Einem Keller, dessen Tür mit mehreren Schlössern verammelt ist und auf der ein eindeutig formuliertes Verbotsschild zu finden ist. Es kommt, wie es kommen muss... man begibt sich die Treppe hinab in die Finsternis und das Unheil nimmt seinen Lauf...
Oder doch nicht? Ich bin in diesem, tastächlich stockdunklen, Keller gewesen – freiwillig. Aber nicht allein, das hätte ich mich nie getraut, so gruselig war es da unten. Ich war im September 2018 mit Sabine.R dort gewesen, ohne Taschenlampen wären wir dort nicht weit gekommen. Es handelt sich um den Heizungskeller eines alten Berliner Gefängnisses (wie auch in "schönstem" Amtsdeutsch auf dem Verbotsschild an der ausrangierten Tür zu lesen ist). Dieses 1901 erbaute Gefängnis war ursprünglich ein reguläres Amtsgerichtsgefängnis gewesen, hat dann aber in den frühen 1930er-Jahren ganz realen Horror erlebt. Mehr dazu und zu unserem Besuch dort findet ihr in meinem "Gefängnis Köpenick"-Album.
Ich wünsche Euch einen schönen (Rest-)Sonntag, Reformationstag und, ja, auch Happy Halloween :)
I'm in the dark of the basement
At an unpredictable moment, a strange woman's face suddenly appears.
There is fear. But I do not know the cause of that fear.
Power Plant Cyklon - area below the newer turbine hall - abandoned power plant for a former paper factory
Another backdrop for the Hidden Chapter (an event inside an event) @ The Chapter Four.
Because everyone needs a creepy basement huh? ^_^
Go grab it at The Chapter Four (jump in to the big dark hole to get to the hidden chapter) :)
Hamburg St.Pauli - Nachtwächter-Tour
Boxing in the basement of the 'zur Ritze' pub.
cellphone picture
80 year old stairs. Notice how big the saw blade was on some of those cuts. Solid Oak everywhere. Can't tell you the number of bent nails I've done. A 2" and a 1" Oak board sandwiched together on the outside walls. I was told buy one of the daughters who came to visit that some of the wood came from an old church. A family of 5 lived in out 15x12 smoke house while the hose was built.
Here you can see some of the basement through the crumbling foundation and some bottles in the addition to the right.
The Basement was probably the creepiest spot here. Not sure why I went down there. All I found was some sleeping bags, can food and trash. Glad I didn't see a died body.
Large A different window than what your used to, or...use to? Anyway...
Just Because, one of my favorite songs: www.youtube.com/watch?v=LT3w6-cCn10
One of the puzzling questions the archeologists have been asking during earlier periods of their excavations: Where is the king’s Palace?
Converse to the expectations, the remains of the King’s palaces of such a sprawling ancient metropolis is not as gregarious as one would expect. They are not the ones that standout amid the ruins. Not least because they were built modestly… the kings did live in luxurious palaces. Their elimination owe to two major factors. First, for obvious reasons it’s the palaces that took the brunt of the annihilation during the raids by the invading army. Second, the palaces where built with wooden super superstructure and got eliminated easily in the arson that followed the fall of the capital.
What remains of the erstwhile palaces are at the best grand plinths and ornate foundations. About half a dozen structures remains in the Royal Area are designated as the basement of palaces. A few of them are in the Danaik’s Enclosure area, one opposite to the Mahanavami Dibba , another one believed to be of the queen’s palace inside the Zenana Enclosure and a couple of smaller ones are located near the Octagonal Bath.
Most of these have one thing in common, the style of the bases. Typically the basements of palaces are multi-cornered multi-layered with elephant balustrades at the entrance.
Source: Hampi.in
In the basement of an abandoned motel, I found this crude set of shelves with these jars. Someone was very into canning (jarring) but I am not sure I would trust any of these today. The various colors, shapes, and amounts of decay (along with that bottle of bleach) give an eerie feeling to this scene from a dark, abandoned basement.
Nikon D800 & Sigma 15mm f/2.8 @ f/4