It was dusk when the van pulled up to the location.

Local rumors have always circulated about the building since it was abandoned in the 70s.

The place is overgrown with spots of lichen and surrounded by Nehii weeds.

The only way in was an old gravel road that passed an entrance that was all chained up.

Luckily, Stephen always carried bolt cutters with him.

The local fire marshal would never sign off on a few YouTubers spending the night here.

The nearest house has a small hunter's cabin, some three or four miles up the road.

These back roads are deserted and rarely traveled at night,

probably because of the risk of hitting deer or the likelihood of getting lost.

All right, Casey, get the equipment out of the back and start deer or the likelihood of getting lost.

All right, Casey, get the equipment out of the back and start setting up tents for the night.

Greg, can you get the generator started?

You fueled it up in Bixby, right?

Greg was the biggest of us.

Could have been a linebacker with his genetics, but ironically didn't have any passion for sports.

Yeah, I did. He responded as he lifted the piece of equipment and set it down on the front line.

Casey was busy pulling on big plastic tubs and recording equipment,

cameras, mics, lighting, and even some equipment for a drone.

She looked at Steven, who was already on his laptop setting things up.

We should do the aerial shots first before we lose all the ambient light, he motioned to me.

I nodded.

In about five minutes, Stephen had the drone up and running.

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