Thanks to my sister in law for finding this place!
Set close to the highway, it’s not an old school building and seems to be privately owned… I have no idea how long it has gone without use, but the doors are all either broken or unlocked and the roof is falling in in several places. Bullet holes in the glass show that the side entrance doors have been used for target practice.
Despite the constant traffic on the road out front, the building carried a strange feel of desolation… almost too quiet. Also, even though the structure was small for a school and the rooms were all largely empty, it carried it’s own special atmosphere that I can’t quite put a finger on to describe.
