Tales of the Urban Explorer: The Safe House

It looked to have some potential and getting to it had taken a while.

'The Safe House' could well be a Time Capsule, that's if we could get inside and that is always a pertinent factor.

Some time had passed since @anidiotexplores and I had entered West Yorkshire. After a day of mass fails the year before including one bloke who chased us from his closed-down pub screaming in anger, we had chosen to give the White Rose County a substantial break.

'I'm reporting you to the police you fucking lousy thieves' yelled redface as he stopped dead in his tracks, intent on snapping us and more importantly my car registration to hand over to the law.

We were not thieves of course and nothing came of the incident but as funny as these stories may seem, we try our best never to be seen, and the less human contact we encounter the better.

After that, we saw no more reports regarding redface and his pub. Chasing explorers away can work occasionally, especially if word gets out on the scene.

'What's in that garage?', I asked my comrade. How would either of us know, this was virgin territory and it was a stupid question.

'save the best until last last'... was my theory.

It resembled a garage only loosely and some thoughtful soul had decided to rip off the lock allowing easy access for us.

'How ironic considering what we would find in there'

Inside was initially startling and the innards were bursting with equipment, but of what type?

My initial thoughts were of some DIY-obsessed freak in overdrive who thought he could collect every screw, nut and bolt ever created by mankind, but a more detailed analysis told me 'Safes'.

Could it be the owner of the house was a budding master safecracker, intent on hours of practice so he could rob those difficult safes nestled in bank vaults?

Or did he provide said banks with these safes, ensuring he knew where they were located?

Such knowledge could make a man rich, so long as he could get a reliable crew formed, maybe Ronald Biggs had joined the consortium?

...‘a bewildered @anidiotexplores looks around and conversely doesn't know where to look'...

A bottle of Argentinian wine, but I had to google that. Relax and get pissed while furthering your self-education.

Safes of all types, some with more than a smidge of rust.

All types including the home variety as well as numerous spare parts.

Some contained handles, others dials that looked like they'd not been turned in years.

The heavy bag was a mystery and hardly fitted in with the rest of the junk.

'aldridgesecurity.co.uk' does exist, was this the parts wholesaler?

So much crap that you can't get to it all. This was like a Time Capsule of the business type.

No doubt there's a substantial amount of money here in parts and I don't mean the festering Tropical Fruit drink.

Padlock blanks as well as Pipe ones. Only a Safe expert would know about such stuff.

I was hoping for something more exciting such as 'my fetish with sniffing smelly vulvas', but it was more safe words and orders…., hmmm dull.

'Safe and Vault Technologies', talk about being in the zone. Some instructions accompanied this boring-looking journal from 2016, probably to be directed at a noddy buying a safe.

Keys as well as locks and no shortage of them.

It was time to move on to the house and possibly better things except…

...'This is a pile of crap compared to what we just saw'...

This was both our opinions after climbing through a broken window with relative ease.

I tried to hone in on the paperwork but again it was as dull as sodden dishwater. Another barely readable order or similar.

Upstairs, the yielder of excitement and copious granny's knicker drawers was semi-sealed and neither of us fancied ripping the nails out to go and peep.

I do like the style, with open arches but from experience it makes for a colder house as all of it needs to be heated.

While there might be no mindless graffiti there was precious little else within the house.

Wood burners, are great if you have a cheap source of trees and don't mind that constant stench of burning on your property.

The word 'Chubb' says locks to me, the security camera was looking a little rough around the edges.

A few family portraits hurled in one corner along with a few gardening tools,and guess what... a safe.

This strange device, I am not sure what that is, any suggestions?

The 'extension' of 'The Safe House' had suffered from fire damage, but not enough to make it unliveable. What had happened?

From this angle, apart from the crappy graffiti on the outside wall, it looked perfectly fine, though a little rundown.

What was beyond those upstairs windows? That was a secret it was unwilling to divulge.

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