Almost looks like a flower or marble.
Motts, have you ever considered a youtube account?
Here is an idea, abandoned schools, there are some that you can go in whenever you want, DC public schools.

Pump, pump, where ever you may pump, I am the lord of the valves said he.
Either that or WALL·E's evil twin.

It looks kind of like the bathroom in Saw. Right when Gordon turns the lights on. Wonderful shot.

The boat is breathing. . .

Alright so we confirmed that Motts is Jigsaw what else is new?

Almost looks like someone or something is reflected in the paint. Shutter?

Gives me goosebumps. R.L. Stein wouldn't touch this with a ten foot pole.

You are sentenced to six months in prison with no DVR!

Feel like taking a nap? The bed is already made, nice and snug. All you need is some warm milk and a bed time story.

Vincent Price laugh anyone? Sends chills down my pigmented albinic spine. Smart idea to take a picture from an angle rather than straight on. This way, the darkness almost calls to you. The door is probably in such good condition because the Devil (AKA my ex-girlfriend) protects her own.

Better this than that Cannibal Corpse shout out. Or the rubber dude thing! This looks like something out of Fringe. In the tub on the right, it almost looks like fingers reaching out.
Hello Adam I would like to play a game.

Maxwell Coffee anyone?

Crawl inside the oven and take a photo looking out. There is no way that I would though. It looks like the darkness goes on forever.

Going so soon?
We miss you, but you will come back.
They always do, I will make sure of it.

Sick mother f**ker. God I thought the Bert and Ernie was creepy. This is-just wow.
I am twenty six and this kept me up all night.

"Alright kids, Ernie is going to hold your head underwater and I am going to count to one hundred. Ready, set, go!"
SPLASH!
Sounds of struggle then silence.
"Mr. Ducky you didn't see anything."
Great shot as always.

You thought you were in a crisis before? Spending any amount of time in there would do it.

Once you memorize them, it is quite easy to spit them back.

The metamorphosis that will never finish.

Some people are so ungrateful to be alive, not you, not anymore.

Hello; I would like to play a game. You are a septic monstrosity for whom everything you have turned into a landfill. Tonight the world which your ungrateful ilk has so polluted may have its revenge. The township and your neighbors have refused to bring heat to you; well I will. Free yourself from the chains that are so embedded in your body and mind. The oven is fueled by garbage from your biohazard of a home. Crawl through the Hell you have cast those around you into and escape before the bomb explodes. In two minutes the doors will lock and you will burn to death. Live or die make your choice.

Hello; Anne Frank could see the good inside everyone. I tried to see good in you and all I saw under your jacket is Arizona tea. The device you are will begin to compress your ribcage. If you cannot get it off in five minutes; the walls will be painted. The only key is in your stomach. Better find a way to get it out; the acid will dissolve it quickly. Your fixations and heart have crushed your family. Tonight they might just have their revenge. Live or die; make your choice.

Nature will win, even a Pyrrhic victory. A lesson to you all. Do not leave your plants in an abandoned hotel.

Natura będzie wygrywać , nawet Pyrrhic zwycięstwo jest zapewniane.

Probably to keep people from stealing them.
God this looks like something out of The Shining. Macabre yet inviting. . .