Yeah, that mill’s on my radar. I hear the walls are full of old bones and stories, and that’s the kind of place I can’t resist. It’s like the town’s history is hiding in there, waiting for someone to peel back the layers. The only trouble is, you never know what you’ll find behind a rusted beam, and it takes a good pair of boots to stay out of the puddles. Still, the idea of a forgotten worker’s diary or a stash of old tools makes the whole place feel like a secret waiting to be uncovered.

You got it—no one’s going to let me fall in a sinkhole while chasing a ghost story. I’ll keep my boots clean and my eyes on the cracks. If I run into a hidden diary or some rusted gear, you’ll be the first to know. Just don’t expect me to bring a fancy flashlight, I’m more of a “walk with caution” type.