OH LUL Hal Turner. I'm in Hackettstown. You've probably gone through it if you've been to Shades of Death.
That's pretty fucking awesome. I don't hear much about abandoned water parks.
I suppose I'll share a story also.
My father is an avid hiker and he told me of two abandoned houses he once saw off a trail. This was when I had just gained an interest in urban exploration, and at the time I'd only been to one house. It was a mile hike to get there--not too bad--and it certainly was worth it. There were two houses. The first one was pretty interesting, but not overly odd. Notable things were an interesting old 1950's refridgerator and a rusting old bus, probably from the 60's. The second house was where all the weird was. It took some work to get to, since it was further off the trail and grown over by bramble. It was a lot bigger than the last house and certainly a lot more interesting. The walkway by the stairs on the second floor was very, very narrow and was missing a railing, so it was easy to fall down. Not weird, but nerve-wracking.Covered it rubble, it was easy to slip off. There were metal grates in the middle of the hallways on the floor; you could see right down to the bottom floor. Maybe they used to be vents...? The odd thing about this house was one of the rooms. It was a pastel pink and one wall was completely covered by equally salmon-colored shelves. On the shelves were poop. It wasn't a small bit that may have been dropped there by an animal, it was a collection. A collection of all shapes, colors, and sizes that someone had ever so neatly arranged. Somehow, I found it more facinating than repulsive. I wonder who the insane guy was that placed it all there. In conclusion, New Jersey is fucking weird.