The place I initially mistook for a hospital turned out to be a nursing home, evident as I walked its silent corridors. In one room, a hospital bed bore the somber label 'Hospice'. A wave of melancholy washed over me, the thought crossing my mind, 'One day, that might be my fate.' I pondered if, in my final moments, I'd recall these explorations with a wry smile.

 

The remnants of an auction were scattered throughout, yet it was clear the sale hadn't been very fruitful; most of the nursing home's contents remained, telling stories of the lives that once filled these spaces. Nearby, two other buildings stood. One was securely locked, its secrets kept tight. The other was a stark contrast, a charred brick skeleton where fire had claimed its victory. An open door there revealed a scene so daunting that even I, an avid explorer of abandoned places, dared not venture in.