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The Congoleum factory in hamilton nj or as its used too look..its rubble now

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The statues are from the nearby grounds for sculpture..

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I wasent the 1st person in to explore

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parts of it were in ptich dark...

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ghost of the past

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i guess this help factory workers dream of better days

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this area was filled with odd sounds ghostly sounds

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other buildings were well on their way out

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last cup

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This place was very haunted voices everywhere..banging and footsteps.. My name gets called..my departed brothers name is called.....i wonder where those ghost are now

 

the site was massive staium sized but its all gone

 

 

 

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