Then, after marveling at the general lack of graffiti in the complex, two consecutive rooms deep past the far end of the brown and white hallway, my flashlight fell on this.

It creeped me out to find this sudden excrescence of human personality, this vitality, deep within the far rooms of this desiccated, decrepit place.

Of course, the floodlight of the camera flash has a way of banishing the mystery. Try to imagine these scenes by flashlight.