anonymous - September 24th, 2008
I too grew up around the area. I lived with my family in Wurzbach Manor Apts back in 86. My friends and I used to frequent the place a whole lot. Most of the time we would just rummage around the area and even go through the drainage tunnels at the foot of the hill. The place as I remember it would have a trail at the foot of the hill by Stop N Go. We would follow the trail up until we saw the small brick wall that had the message "all who pass will meet their death" or something like that. Then it was on to the circular driveway and then the stairway and then the foundation. From memory I can see the foundation with one chimney stack to the right, the pool and pool house to the left, but never any other structures on the immediate grounds. I read some of the blogs and do also remember several tunnels and some "hiding " spots like the one that was by the pool under the stone arch way. You had to climb up the arch way into an opening that led in to directions to the internal arch, both sides had benches with candles and all sorts of writing, probably just graffiti. The pool itself was awash with all sorts of symbols and run of the mill graffiti too. I remember a bunch of other stuff too, nothing too odd, the place had been deserted long ago and by that time contaminated by curious people like us. I do not know much about the place being haunted or having any powers of any kind, but I will tell you that we did run into several weird experiences. the first and most outstanding is when a lot of us were just looking around on the driveway, just rummaging. When all of a sudden for no reason, I was standing over a soda can, I had not noticed at the time; and I was talking to my brother, the soda can shot straight through my legs across the driveway behind me. no noise, just like someone kicked the thing, but no one kicked it. The second thing was finding a shack not far from the driveway and noticing someone or thing standing in the window with what looked like a rifle, as we got closer we noticed that the shack was empty, but then suddenly heard shots, faint but clear enough to scare the crap out of all of us...we did run. The last was the dobermans, the same group of us spotted two dobermans that seemed to be released after us, we ran down the hill and never went back. I did visit yet again before Promontory Pointe was built, the same old foundation, pool and everything else was still there, this time it was night. That visit was the last time I went, it was with a group and we basically were trespassing and knew it because we were spotted by a guy with a flashlight who told us we were...needless to say, we ran our asses out of there to never return. I am 32 now.
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