Alright, let's dive straight into this one. Honestly, the idea for this specific exploration started brewing weeks ago. Kept hearing whispers, these really fragmented online rumours, about some forgotten spot nicknamed the "fallen angels morgue" tucked away near the outskirts. Sounded like pure internet nonsense, you know? But the name got stuck in my head. What could it actually be? Just had to find out.
Getting Ready
Obviously, this isn't exactly a sanctioned field trip. Needed stuff to navigate and see: my most powerful flashlight – seriously took the battery out twice to make sure it was fully charged, slapped on the head strap for hands-free work, old but sturdy boots, thick work gloves, and my phone mainly as a backup light and camera. Wore dark, durable clothes. Kept it simple. Didn't pack food or drinks, figured it wouldn't be that kind of trip.
Scouted the location online for ages. Cross-referenced vague descriptions from sketchy forums with old satellite images. Noticed an area near the old, abandoned industrial park that kept popping up in the descriptions – an access road that just kinda disappeared into overgrowth. That’s where I headed after dark.
The Approach & Entry
Parked my car way down the street. Walked the rest. The air felt heavy. Streetlights were few and far between once I got past the newer warehouses. Found that access road. Yeah, totally overgrown. Had to push through waist-high weeds and tangled brush, scraping my arms on brambles despite the jacket. Had to really watch my footing, the ground was uneven with hidden ruts and broken concrete.
Eventually stumbled upon a chain-link fence. Whole section was bent back – clearly old damage. Slipped through easily. Beyond the fence, it wasn't a road anymore, just cracked pavement giving way to dirt. And there it was. Not some dramatic gothic building, more like a low, long, windowless concrete structure, maybe an old warehouse annex or utility building? Paint peeling, graffiti covering one side, and one heavy-looking metal door hanging slightly open.
Took a deep breath. Flipped my headlamp on. Pushed the door open the rest of the way. It screeched like crazy. Stepped inside.
Inside... Whatever This Place Is
The smell hit me first. Dank. Mildew. Rot. Like wet earth and something vaguely chemical underneath. Could taste dust immediately.
- My headlamp beam cut a small, stark circle through the almost perfect dark.
- Concrete floor, covered in debris – crumbled drywall, plaster, broken glass, rotting wood.
- No morgue trays, no freezers, nothing remotely medical in sight.
- Walls were painted this sickly institutional green in spots, peeling badly.
- Spray paint everywhere: tags, crude drawings, even some strange symbols that looked occult-ish but felt like kids playing scary games.
- Found several areas with massive, dark stains on the floor. Could be anything – rust, paint, worse? Didn’t touch, didn’t investigate close-up.
- Rooms branching off were mostly empty boxes. Felt like storage or old workshops. One had shattered sinks and broken tile.
- Deep inside, it got colder. Not supernatural cold, more like underground cold. Maybe a draft?
Hooked my phone out to snap some pics. Flash lit up the chaos really starkly. Tried a video panning slowly across a long room with multiple doorways hanging open like black mouths. My breathing sounded too loud.
The Only Real "Find"... And a Reality Check
Was shuffling towards the back, aiming the light into a smaller room tucked away. My headlamp flickered. Almost yelled. Smacked it – came back on, weaker. Heart was pounding hard. Told myself it was cheap batteries. Pushed into the room.
And there it was. Not bodies. Not bones. Not angel wings.
Biohazard bins.
Stacked near the wall. Several of them. The yellow plastic kind. Torn open, dented. Empty except for maybe some dry, crusted residue at the bottom. Generic warning labels partly faded. Also saw torn hazmat suits, the cheap plastic kind, and some scattered, old-looking medical waste containers – like for used IV bags or vials.
Felt a wave of disappointed relief? And then disgust. This wasn't a "fallen angels morgue." The "morgue" part suddenly made a sick kind of sense. Based on the location near the old industrial park and the type of waste stuff... This looked like an illegal dumping ground for medical or lab waste. Years ago, maybe. The stains? Possibly from dumped chemicals or fluids leaking out of that crap.
Getting Out & Processing
That was enough. Turned around and booked it out of that smaller room. Headed straight for the faint grey rectangle of the open doorway at the far end. Walked faster than I walked in. Brushed cobwebs I didn't see on the way in off my face. Didn't relax until I was back outside, gulping the slightly cleaner night air. The walk back to the car felt much quicker.
Sitting in my car afterwards, shaking a bit from the adrenaline crash. The "fallen angels" myth? Pure fabrication, fueled by the creepy name, the location, and maybe those weird spray-painted symbols. This place isn't hiding celestial mysteries. It's a grim reminder of people dumping stuff where they shouldn't. The real secrets it reveals? Human negligence and the ugly, ignored corners where potentially nasty things get dumped. Way less spooky than demons, way more depressing. The name "fallen angels" feels like either deliberate creepypasta bait or a desperate attempt to make something dirty and forgotten sound mysterious. Either way, the truth is just sad, neglected trash and old bad decisions.
