Mom and I went geocaching again, today. We were 2 for 5, so I was a little bummed but somewhat consoled by the fact that one of the finds that I stumbled across was a four star difficulty. Booyeah! One of the caches we looked for was near an abandoned jailhouse/firehouse. It was on top of a steep bluff and, as we circled the building, we saw the jail cells were nestled into the side of the bluff. Everything was overgrown and a bit creepy, but it was broad daylight so I wasn't getting the heebie-jeebies. We stopped to take pictures.
See, isn't that cool and only a little creepy? When we were done photographing the former home to some of Michigan's finest
, we started walking back to the parking lot. "I feel like this place should be haunted!" I said enthusiastically to Mom. We turned a corner and I heard a little thump. I really wasn't sure what direction it came from but I looked to my left where we were passing a set of locked glass doors. There was a headless fireman on the floor.
"OH! WOAH!" I gasped and jumped, smacking my hand over my heart as I realized the body was that of a dummy.
If you look closely, you'll notice he's not wearing boots or gloves. That's how I could tell he was a dummy - his phalanges were plastic. If he had been booted and gloved I might have had a cow.
It really did give me quite a turn! Yikes!