I love sneaking into places I shouldn't be. Something about the fear of getting caught, that someone might be just around the corner waiting to chase you out of there. I love the usual deserted feeling, the emptiness, it's almost everywhere I've been. Going into old decrepit buildings and having to worry about whether the stairs are going to hold up...coming into a room and finding a book about wood pulp, or a hard hat, some piece of someones life that got left behind.
AislinnEire (https://www.deviantart.com/aislinneire) and I snuck into an old wood mill earlier. Huge rooms still filled with machinery, but now empty enough that we can hear our footsteps echo back to us