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The Chemical Pool
I was driving from Tampa, Florida up to Washington, DC. Along the way, about halfway through North Carolina, near a little town called Rowland, I found an abandoned motel. It was called the "Family Inns of America". It looked like every roadside hotel you've ever seen, except it looked like it had run through about 20 different horror movies. Every room was completely gutted and scary, almost all the windows were broken, and the playground was rusted and creaked. I jumped out of the car with Ethan and we walked around, exploring the place. At one point, we found a bunch of old pink insulation pouring out of a split wall. My son had never seen insulation before and he asked what it was. I said, "I think it's a pig skin." That freaked him out big time. Oh yeah.
We stopped momentarily at the central pool, located right in the middle of the dilapidated complex.
- Trey Ratcliff
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