“Everton Library, it gets opened and a few days later it's sealed again", 
I knew it. We had failed on several occasions, even with current intelligence, the Everton local authority was always one step ahead of us.
We were en route to try again until
What was it? A row of houses, some failed businesses stuck together with glue. One of them was labelled 'Parents Like You', another 'Liverpool Karate Club'.
It was worth checking out, you never can tell what’s going to be in there, if we could get in that is.
The front looked quite sealed with some meshed wire behind the windows that were already broken. It was a case of heading to the back.
Scrambling through a maze of trees all trying to poke out my eyes, we eventually came to this wall.
There was a wobbly chair on the far side, designed to collapse if any weight was placed on it. Was this a sign?
I started yelling as my comrade appeared to have vanished. He had in fact gone beyond the access point I discovered, a window that required yet another climb.
He seemed to have more trouble getting in this one than me for some reason, it was a little narrow.
Ack, the sights that assaulted our eyes were fucking horrible. The homeless were or still are living within the ex-premises of 'Parents Like You'.
Extra-value Baked Beans, were they eaten directly from the tin?, and Extra-value Spring Water, that one was more puzzling.
Someone had ripped the door off, maybe with their bare hands, was this yet another omen of what was to come?
I have doubts whether the community cares for the habitants of this dump.
We looked in all directions and found horrible dirty used sleeping bags, the disposable type.
Going into this room was off the cards, with no floor.
…or was there? Step to the side and you might make it to the other side. The 'thing' coming down the chimney looked alive and dangerous, but I am guessing is part of an old 'Grow'.
I spotted some papers but couldn’t bring myself to go over and have a look; pure filth.
The garment in the far corner looked a little fresher. I was hoping whoever lived here was out on the streets begging.
Squalid but definitely used recently; I was getting that uneasy feeling.
I would have thought mouthwash was way down the list of essentials if you have no money and are begging to survive.
It’s not been used recently; I was never a fan of those table football games.
There was quite a bit more to this ‘squat’ if that’s what you call it, most of it sporting no windows. It must be freezing at night to sleep in here.
This one looks abandoned, the mattress I mean.
More empty Baked Beans cans and dog food. The smell of pooch food is a massive turn-off; surely they were not consuming it?
I headed up some stairs, stairs where
This is the last snap I took before opening the door. I yanked it open and fell back in shock.
Standing stationary was what looked like an Eastern European bearded bloke, around 6' foot in height wearing a filthy red and black full ski jacket.
My eyes moved to his raised arm which was holding a rusty saw, poised and ready to attack.
I backed off hastily, tried to appear calm, and stammered...
...'what..., you think I am dumb enough to snap the real SawMan?'
Source
"Err... Hi.., do you l-live h-here?"
SawMan didn’t move a muscle, and appeared to be imitating a statue but issued a low dull grunt.
…Either he doesn’t understand me or this is a true Neanderthal descendent…
“OK, I am going to head downstairs and leave, sorry for bothering you”
SawMan again appeared to register the comment with yet another indecipherable grunt and twitched ever so slighty.
…Is he a mute, in any case... I could escape, so don't push it, get the fuck out of here…
Trying to show no fear, I descended without looking upwards and heard no pounding of feet in pursuit. There would have been zero chance of escape without injury if SawMan would have decided to give chase.
Within seconds I found my comrade and quickly told him the tale while heading to the access point.
"We need to leave.. like NOW", I pushed.
“I went through that door, and spotted nobody” he claimed in disbelief.
Little did he know SawMan was waiting in the gloom, ready to strike and barely holding back those guttural urges of extreme violence.
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