Happy Friday, Everyone!
This particular adventure really creeped me out.
It wasn’t the building itself, or even what was inside, but what we found on our way there really made my skin crawl.
Exploring locally again we got wind of an old building previously inaccessible in a not so welcoming area of the city.
Stop. History time.
Built in the early 1900’s this building was part of a larger complex that took up the entire block between Orchard and Whitney and was used for many different purposes throughout its century of being operational. Beginning in 1915, the Northeast Electric Company owned the property before ceasing operations in 1922. In 1930, Delco Appliance acquired a number of buildings and production facilities. The company operated successfully for over 30 years before moving out in 1967. From there, buildings were divided up and used separately by individual companies. Between 1971 and 1991 the building changed hands quite often. There were various tool & die companies, printers, metal finishers, a synthetic foam manufacturer, plastic manufacturers, and warehousing operations. One of those companies was Sykes Datatronics. They occupied the building until they closed in 1992. Sykes Datatronics was a computer and electronics business in the 1970s and 80s. Eventually competition from larger companies, coupled with misdirection at the helm, led Sykes to file for bankruptcy and end productions. It is currently being renovated.
After driving around the place probably like….seven times we realized there was no street parking that was, well, safe.
So we parked at a OTB parking lot.
That’s Off Track Betting Ladies and Gentlemen. That was the safest place in this general vicinity.
Mentally preparing for my baby car to be gone when we returned Jay and I walked towards the remnants of train tracks that lead right to the building.
A short list of the creepy: Needles, dime bags, a Tigger costume (well worn), small children’s clothing…including underwear, a blow up mattress, duffle bags, kids toys, men’s clothing and shoes, lots of shoes.
It was like a predators den.
My skin was crawling.
Pushing past the creepy we walked along the path right up to the building.
Inside we went adding to our beautiful streak of easy ins.
A large part of it was collapsed and when we got inside we were incredibly thankful it was freezing.
Empty and cold.
Like my heart.
There had been a fire here a few years previously and it had warped the second floor.
Those humps were huge!
Not much to see here besides the lovely lady humps.
The piece de resistance…
Next floor up was the floor affected by the fire.
It was freaking awesome!
Door frames burnt into place, paper EVERYWHERE.
This place must have been a fire trap waiting to just go up.
Completely different view than the other floors clean and smooth appearance.
With 5 out of 7 more stories to go we kept going up.
Same old, same old, until we hit the top floors.
Nature takes over and then you realize how high up seven stories really is.
The view of the city.
Throughout our time on the roof (and every floor in between) I was checking to see if my car was still there.
It was and looked untouched, so my anxiety subsided momentarily.
This one, though, was only the first roof and the way up to the next tippy top was a spiral staircase.
Now, let me tell you about this staircase.
Seems legit right? Bolted to the brick, metal, stable right?
Oh, so wrong.
Let’s climb up the staircase guise. Yay!
No. Bad idea, don’t.
Halfway up this freaking thing starts coming off the wall.
Steps are disconnected and you stepping on them pushes them completely down.
Six stories up….. on the edge of the building.
Jay was already at the top and him yelling at me to move my ass was what shook me out of impending death mode.
What we climbed up for was blacktop and super warm gross get me off this roof.
Going back down the other way we realized we skipped the basement.
Seven flights of over sized stairs later….
We found tons of old things from the datatronics center.
Phones, shoes, office supplies and slides. Millions of slides strewn all over the floor, in boxes, in bags. Everywhere.
They were all of power points.
I remember this from my early days in elementary, I’m sure many of you reading this never even had to use a floppy disk.
This is ancient technology people! Decades beyond its time!
Moving picture magic!
Leaving the past in the basement behind we left through the creepy den whist we came in.
My car remained still intact and we returned unscathed and sweaty.
Currently this beauty is being renovated, but I was really thankful to get into it before it was.
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