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“Lockport- Canal St. Junkyard-by Barek Halfhand
“Lockport- Canal St. Junkyard-
A ghost of a little girl can be seen in the junkyard.”
http://www.ratrun.com/illinois.htm
http://theshadowlands.net/places/illinois.htm
The I&M canal system and companion waterway; The Des Plaines River have a rich history that dates back to the days of it serving as a Native American transportation route and the early French explorers of the late 1700's... the canal project that pitted the neighboring communities of Lemont and Lockport against other in labor deputes over work entitlement that escalated to violent civil unrest and subsequent deaths in an attempt to quell the vocal protesters expressing their dissatisfaction with the management with work assignments and occupational safety concerns that resulted in several deaths...The bodies of several of serial killer John Wayne Gacy’s victims were also found floating in this river ...
The interwoven network of junkyards that flank the canal are a checker board of chainlink borders that seem to be more symbolic territorial markers than an instrument of private property enforcement...a growl of acknowledgment from the imposing Doberman sentinel at the gate I entered would more than likely provide adequate night security services and be satiated by a salary that consisted of dry dog food and a pat of approval from the owners...
The legend of the little girl that roams the rusted relics of the auto cemeteries here is not as well known as some of the others from my zone but by looks of the vehicular husks I observed; the moment of impact is preserved indelibly in the wreckage that has yet to be claimed by the compacter that looks to have broken in mid crunch (pictured below)... the trauma of an auto collisions is tangible not only by the resultant metallic carnage, but is also insinuated by the probable life altering pain suffered by the original owner thus serving as psychical imprint for many such lifetime epochs...a glimpse inside some of the vehicles that still were littered with the personal affects and tell tale driver seat stains confirmed this notion...
...the abandoned trailers that I discovered along the train tracks exhibited evidence of recent drug use and the Railroad bridge nearby that was the site of a suicide attempt decades earlier seemed surprisingly mercurial by way of transforming my morose mind set to one of serenity when I scrabbled over the brush and up the shaky gravel embankment to view the canal and solitary barge being nudged along by a tenacious tug boat ...A long time neighboring competitor to this junkyard
has been closed for a while now and the area has been completely eradicated of it’s years of cumulative automotive and equipment retirement...all that remains is the office and attached residence that was unlocked, dark ,dangerous and absolutely irresistible to me....a couple of surreptitious holes cut in the chainlink maze provided me with a tempting view of these oppressive looking buildings that was the only indication that this was formerly an auto graveyard and residence for a family from the looks of the discarded toys and mixed adult/children’s
clothing that was oddly what looked to be the sole remaining debris from what must have been a massive clean up undertaking from what I remember of this location... one may surmise that there are EPA regulations associated with a cleanup of this magnitude and one that is adjacent to a waterway that may have been exempt from such regulatory enforcement by way of grand fathered clemency but whatever future use for this prime canal side real estate that sits along a main Illinois Highway most likely had to meet current standards before whatever facility this property will ultimately harbor is constructed ...
The mood inside the office was one of defeat and resignation as opposed to hubris and optimism...the choice I made to ascend the rickety and broken stairs to explore the ominous second story spaces I observed from the outside seemed even less astute considering I had to set off the camera flash several times on the way up just to ensure I wasn’t about to step on a hole in the stairs and crash to the ground where I would likely never be discovered until my advanced
state of decomposition would make positive identification only possible by way of my driver’s licence ...the rooms that awaited me beyond the darkened staircase contained a less than ambivalent presence prompting me to abbreviate this segment of my bad decision voyage and carry on to the rotted floor and debris strewn residential portion of the building next to the office ...the hatched door in the floor along with the gaping holes in the rotted floor boards revealed a dank and stagnant water filled basement or crawlspace below that made a spine spraining fall through the broken stairs next door much more preferable than falling through the floor to the indoor pool below where assuredly there would be countless corpses that would undoubtably surface and sneer at me with their rictus grins before dragging me below the water line with me flailing helplessly within their skeletal grip ...
Exaggerated you say?...perhaps, but when you feel obligated to write an interesting and entertaining narrative every time, the cliched assertion that your sensitivities to spiritual energies hinted at a presence, mundane by comparison ...
There are as depicted in the photos a main electrical grid that provides and distributes power from the Will County station and perhaps even the Chicago Pulaski Street fossil fuel plant and both facilities utilize the canal as it’s coal delivery system ...There is a duality associated with EMF influence that is confounded by the belief held by many that exposure to high EMF fields can creates a false experience in some by way of distorting perceptions and altering neurological functioning to such a degree that delusional thinking, hallucinations or even psychotic episodes are often conjectured as an plausible explanation for some of these reports ...perhaps this delusional state of thinking is also what attracts certain aspects of supernatural activity; either way some non linear, out of the box thinking is required and one can only wonder how a hand held meter would behave within the immediate proximity of the power lines ...Of course one also has to wonder how EMF influence would imprecate uniform “delusional” experiences from a multitude of diversified witnesses, but that is for another thread ...
Here are the unedited (compressed) photos from my recent visit to the canal street junkyards 11-09
(144 total).....b
http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz355/BarekRawks/Canal%20Junk%20...
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A ghost of a little girl can be seen in the junkyard.”
http://www.ratrun.com/illinois.htm
http://theshadowlands.net/places/illinois.htm
The I&M canal system and companion waterway; The Des Plaines River have a rich history that dates back to the days of it serving as a Native American transportation route and the early French explorers of the late 1700's... the canal project that pitted the neighboring communities of Lemont and Lockport against other in labor deputes over work entitlement that escalated to violent civil unrest and subsequent deaths in an attempt to quell the vocal protesters expressing their dissatisfaction with the management with work assignments and occupational safety concerns that resulted in several deaths...The bodies of several of serial killer John Wayne Gacy’s victims were also found floating in this river ...
The interwoven network of junkyards that flank the canal are a checker board of chainlink borders that seem to be more symbolic territorial markers than an instrument of private property enforcement...a growl of acknowledgment from the imposing Doberman sentinel at the gate I entered would more than likely provide adequate night security services and be satiated by a salary that consisted of dry dog food and a pat of approval from the owners...
The legend of the little girl that roams the rusted relics of the auto cemeteries here is not as well known as some of the others from my zone but by looks of the vehicular husks I observed; the moment of impact is preserved indelibly in the wreckage that has yet to be claimed by the compacter that looks to have broken in mid crunch (pictured below)... the trauma of an auto collisions is tangible not only by the resultant metallic carnage, but is also insinuated by the probable life altering pain suffered by the original owner thus serving as psychical imprint for many such lifetime epochs...a glimpse inside some of the vehicles that still were littered with the personal affects and tell tale driver seat stains confirmed this notion...
...the abandoned trailers that I discovered along the train tracks exhibited evidence of recent drug use and the Railroad bridge nearby that was the site of a suicide attempt decades earlier seemed surprisingly mercurial by way of transforming my morose mind set to one of serenity when I scrabbled over the brush and up the shaky gravel embankment to view the canal and solitary barge being nudged along by a tenacious tug boat ...A long time neighboring competitor to this junkyard
has been closed for a while now and the area has been completely eradicated of it’s years of cumulative automotive and equipment retirement...all that remains is the office and attached residence that was unlocked, dark ,dangerous and absolutely irresistible to me....a couple of surreptitious holes cut in the chainlink maze provided me with a tempting view of these oppressive looking buildings that was the only indication that this was formerly an auto graveyard and residence for a family from the looks of the discarded toys and mixed adult/children’s
clothing that was oddly what looked to be the sole remaining debris from what must have been a massive clean up undertaking from what I remember of this location... one may surmise that there are EPA regulations associated with a cleanup of this magnitude and one that is adjacent to a waterway that may have been exempt from such regulatory enforcement by way of grand fathered clemency but whatever future use for this prime canal side real estate that sits along a main Illinois Highway most likely had to meet current standards before whatever facility this property will ultimately harbor is constructed ...
The mood inside the office was one of defeat and resignation as opposed to hubris and optimism...the choice I made to ascend the rickety and broken stairs to explore the ominous second story spaces I observed from the outside seemed even less astute considering I had to set off the camera flash several times on the way up just to ensure I wasn’t about to step on a hole in the stairs and crash to the ground where I would likely never be discovered until my advanced
state of decomposition would make positive identification only possible by way of my driver’s licence ...the rooms that awaited me beyond the darkened staircase contained a less than ambivalent presence prompting me to abbreviate this segment of my bad decision voyage and carry on to the rotted floor and debris strewn residential portion of the building next to the office ...the hatched door in the floor along with the gaping holes in the rotted floor boards revealed a dank and stagnant water filled basement or crawlspace below that made a spine spraining fall through the broken stairs next door much more preferable than falling through the floor to the indoor pool below where assuredly there would be countless corpses that would undoubtably surface and sneer at me with their rictus grins before dragging me below the water line with me flailing helplessly within their skeletal grip ...
Exaggerated you say?...perhaps, but when you feel obligated to write an interesting and entertaining narrative every time, the cliched assertion that your sensitivities to spiritual energies hinted at a presence, mundane by comparison ...
There are as depicted in the photos a main electrical grid that provides and distributes power from the Will County station and perhaps even the Chicago Pulaski Street fossil fuel plant and both facilities utilize the canal as it’s coal delivery system ...There is a duality associated with EMF influence that is confounded by the belief held by many that exposure to high EMF fields can creates a false experience in some by way of distorting perceptions and altering neurological functioning to such a degree that delusional thinking, hallucinations or even psychotic episodes are often conjectured as an plausible explanation for some of these reports ...perhaps this delusional state of thinking is also what attracts certain aspects of supernatural activity; either way some non linear, out of the box thinking is required and one can only wonder how a hand held meter would behave within the immediate proximity of the power lines ...Of course one also has to wonder how EMF influence would imprecate uniform “delusional” experiences from a multitude of diversified witnesses, but that is for another thread ...
Here are the unedited (compressed) photos from my recent visit to the canal street junkyards 11-09
(144 total).....b
http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz355/BarekRawks/Canal%20Junk%20...
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