Goodbye, Nightmares Part XV

Continuing with the room of requirement. See, how the radiators by the windows have started to rust.

That keyboard is surely not of the latest model. Nor is the tape deck.

And here we have a lot of money – from some game. I don’t think that’s Monopoly money.

A guide to the start of the school year published by a local child protection organization and traffic safety organization.

A mini sized TV and a scale. Wonder, how much I weigh nowadays.

At the far end of the room of requirement were more car seats and some random stuff.

The boards on the wall on the left indicate, that the area has previously been connected to the other wing of the low part. At some point the doorway has been closed.

The prawns have been a really important product of the food wholesale company. Back in 2010 the door of the safe found upstairs had a sticker advertising them. In the other wing of the building there were receipts about delivering huge amounts of prawns to a large regional hotel.

A world map with all the flags of countries. Germany seems unified already, so this is no more than 30 years old.

Is this really a wheelchair?

This is a part of a poem by Kaarlo Kramsu. Freely translated it says: more beautiful than a slave’s life is death by hanging. Sorry, I’m not a professional translator.

One of the two, small, seemingly pointless rooms in the back of the room of requirement.

An old Finnish proverb: cleaniness is next to Godliness.

A look back at the room of requirement. The windows to the loading dock can be seen far behind the doorway.

Another wooden TV. There were enough here to furnish an entire hotel.

The other pointless small room. And so we are done with the room of requirement.

Goodbye, Nightmares Part XIV

The entrance to the basement. Back in 2010 I wasn’t alone in here and explored this area. There was a dressing room and a washing room and access to other parts of the basement.

The probable thing is, that workers entered through this door in the morning, changed into work gear and then went to their own sections through the basement. After the day ended, they came back through the dressing room, changed back to civilians and went home.

This time I was alone. So no basement for me.

There are two more sections in the main building to explore. One is the ground floor of the taller section of the building, which is accessible from the door straight ahead. The other one is the middle part of the low wing. The entrance can’t be seen from here.

The low wing is entered through massive cold rooms. they had thick metal doors and I was a bit afraid of being left prisoner.

Some of the rooms were so full that they couldn’t be entered. It looks like this one is filled with windows. It isn’t the first room with them, nor is it the last.

Slowly I found my way through all the debris to the front of the building. The tower with the stairs to the upper floors is up ahead in the left corner.

This is the front of the building. There’s a loading dock behind the wall to the left. Old photos from the place I’ve found on a local facebook group indicate, that it isn’t an original feature of the building. The windows, doors and the dock are a later addition.

The items found in this area are once again pretty random. But it is about to get more random pretty soon. Not quite yet.

One of my favorite wooden TV sets. I would really like to purchase one of these and turn it into a storage for my vintage whisky bottles. I will have to wait until I’m rich and famous and can afford a bigger apartment.

Olc couches and bus seats. There had even been a couple of old buses standing in the yard, but as the authorities told the owner to clean up the place, he took them away.

There were two small rooms on the side of the building facing the road. Unfortunately they were inaccessible.

And finally the greatest randomness of the entire building. This is what I call the room of requirement, as I imagined the room in the Harry Potter books to be like this when the fire started. Back in 2010 there were two bikes to the middle of the picture. I guess someone in the village has a new bike now.

In this room you could find literally anything. Like the Children’s Christmas Cassette seen there.

Two fuse panels. One is unlabeled, the other one has the name of the food wholesale company on it. This suggests, that perhaps there were several actors occupying the space after the abattoir closed.

Again there were two small rooms in the far end of the room of requirement. Getting there was a bit difficult.

At this point a group of people came to the area. They went upstairs and began smashing things. I sent my friend my location in case something would happen to me.

In addition to the Children’s Christmas Cassette, there were also several chidren’s books here.

Another stairway to the basement. I still didn’t feel like going there.

We’ll continue with the room of requirement in the following post.

Goodbye, Nightmares Part XIII

Walking towards the far end of the attic. The previous time we got about this far. For some reason or another we didn’t go further.

Something heavy must have been located here, as it has been attached to the floor.

That’s an interesting looking hole.

I’m not quite sure where it leads to, but I suspect the large room with the white, tiled walls seen in the beginning.

There was also an interesting wooden shaft, which ran horizontally to the next section of the building.

Not the best of shots. The roof has started to give in here, too.

This area is directly above the first room I entered in this building. There’s a lot of hay on the floor and something, which looks like transport cages. They didn’t fit a large animal, so maybe they were for poultry.

The strange shaft continues here.

There as also a large collection of old windows in here, but this area didn’t look very interesting. Let’s have a look at the papers found in the attic instead. I promise, that there is a surprise in there.

Nothing special here. Just a third or fourth different version of the recipe booklet.

How to cook good pork on a pan, in a cauldron, in the oven and in the grill.

Age old meat inspection cards, which refer to a law about meat inspection, which dates back to 1922. A new law was passed in 1960, so these are really, really old.

Another light sign.

Guide booklets about the classifications of animal carcasses.

And finally this. This has to go down to one of the craziest discoveries I have ever found in an abandoned building.

These are handwritten receipts for construction materials. One is for white cement, the other one for 9 inch cement pipes, and so on. They date back to 1946 and 1947.

The building was built in 1946. If I add 1+1 correctly, it means that these are receipts for the construction materials used in this very building, and they have been here for the entire life of 75 years, that this building has experienced.

They had been stored in tiny boxes like that. As they had stood for years next to an open window, it was a miracle, that they were still here for me to photograph.

Pork for the holidays, the poster says. Just look at all the ways they have advertised.

So, that was the attic. I’ve now explored the taller section of the building almost completely. What is left is the ground floor, which has its own entrances and is not accessible from this area of the building.

Goodbye, Nightmares Part XII

The closer I got to the attic, the more of these leaflets appeared.

The attic was a large open space, which was surprisingly dark despite the numerous small windows.

The source of the grilling leaflets and other advertising material has been discovered.

More of the dull recipes dating probably back to the 1970’s. I still don’t find them very tasty.

Sausage commercials. It is starting to look like all the stuff left behind by the slaughterhouse was stored here in the attic, when the food wholesale company took over.

And more brochures. A museum would perhaps have been interested in these.

There are more shelves with files here. Quite a strange place to keep them, as it looks to me like the attic was cold.

And here we have a brochure about a renewed sliced ham product. It’s in Swedish, as is almost everything in the building.

There was also all kinds of pipes and machinery in the attic. I wonder, what thet big, green thing with the slaughterhouse’s name on it has been. I’ve found old photos from here, but at least in those that thing hasn’t been standing on the roof.

A very old desk with papers and lots of cardboard boxes.

A handwritten receipt for something from 1968. The entire archives of the slaughterhouse seem to have been preserved in the attic.

Cardboard boxes with the slaughterhouse’s name in Swedish and Finnish. The english version would be Osthrobotnian Meat. The name Atria, which also appears in several places, was the shared product brand of several local slaughterhouses around Finland. Eventually Atria became the name of the company to which all these smaller slaughterhouses have been merged into.

Slaughterhouse archives from the 1970’s.

The rescue authorities wanted to inspect the building back in 2008, as they feared that there was ammonia left in the cooling machines. The owner denied access.

Goodbye, Nightmares Part XI

At the end of the corridor were shelves, which back in 2010 contained a large amount of files. The files are now on the floor.

Although the company operating here was a food wholesale company, this order blanket is about textiles.

The shelf is to the right. To the left is an old vault. Back in 2010 it was closed.

But now it’s open. Again even the vault has contained files. I doubt there was anything of value here.

A room full of clothes. Back in 2010 the pile was higher and some of the clothes were still in bags. After 10 years of being walked on, the pile is now much lower.

The vault has been cut open using professional tools. This could actually be called a break in.

There even is a bathroom with a bath tub in the room filled with clothes. Something rare and luxurious in this building, where all the apartments barely had their own toilets.

We didn’t exactly die. But the mental state of the nation hasn’t been quite the same since.

This is more accurate than the writer ever imagined.

The pile of clothes extended to the next, small room. It’s a pretty all these clothes have been left here in such a state. Many of them would be worth money at local vintage stores now.

A Jussi-shirt, the symbol of Southern Osthrobotnia.

The room was very small. But I wasn’t surprised by this anymore. The layout of the building was indeed quite strange and in many ways dysfunctional.

Finding my way back across the sea of clothes. The middle floor is almost explored now.

Except, that the entrance to the attic above the low wing of the building is right next to the shelves to the left. I did visit it the previous time, but my photos failed so badly, i never published them.

Which means, that there’s something to show to you for the first time.

Goodbye, Nightmares Part X

Now entering company offices.

Please do!

Roof panels had come loose even here. This is directly below the apartment with the kitchen with the yellow walls. I had been standing on top of that.

Just to make sure, I decided to have a look at my feet.

This had become by far my most dangerous exploration so far. But I wanted to finish it.

Back in 2010 the safe was still closed. I hope the intruders didn’t steal anything of value.

At this stage I was seriously wondering, whether to carry on along the corridor or go to the room with the crumbling floor.

But as the corridor was directly below the other one, where the roof had started to collapse, I decided to take a chance and go to the room. I wanted to explore this place that badly.

Back in 2010 this file cabinet contained the documents of the food wholesale company. They are nowhere to be seen. There was also a collection of paintings in front of it. Even they are gone.

Peugeot spare parts? Interesting. But by now I’m no longer surprised about anything this house throws my way.

The only thing left in the rusty safe is a spray can.

A second office room.

The change from 2010 is once again striking.

These look like seals which have been used to close bags. They have the slaughterhouse’s name on them, so they are older than mid-1980’s.

An insurance company has replaced a fridge and its contents to the food wholesale company back in 1984. I see two options here: either the wholesale company started operating here while the slaughterhouse was still in operation, but had already started scaling down, or then they operated elsewhere and just moved all their old documents here.

All in all it was very strange to find old material of both the wholesale company and the slaughterhouse in the same place. Unless of course they were connected somehow.

An interesting and a little bit mysterious machine, too.

I still wasn’t feeling very safe here. The entire middle floor was crumbling. But I wanted to finish this exploration really badly.

The second floor corridor. The wall with the large window had been very lightly built.

More papers from the food wholesale company.

And more destroyed floor. I was now taking very careful steps.

A small toilet for the office workers.

And a photo shot through the broken glass wall. The low wing explored first can be seen through the windows.

Goodbye, Nightmares Part IX

Between the ruins of the third floor balcony door was another old recipe booklet. Although I am a devoted carnivore, I don’t find these recipes very tasty. Basically they were all the same: take a chunk of meat, put in an oven, add some very basic spices and enjoy. Sounds like quite dry to me.

Entering the apartment on the middle floor.

A funny detail. On the top floor the only balcony was accessible from the stairway. On the middle floor it was only accessible from one of the apartments.

The kitchen of the second apartment. As you can see, things have changed quite radically since 2010 here, too.

This was the corner, where I took one of my all time favorite photos. It can’t be replicated anymore.

The gym equipment has been moved from the kitchen to this room. The white, princess-like lace curtains have vanished. And the floor seems to be a bit bubbly.

The window isn’t very useful anymore.

A part of the walls in the kitchen were painted orange, a part yellow.

This same pile of junk looked a bit different way back in 2010.

I do understand, why the chair has wanted to escape the destruction.

The fireplace in 2021 and in 2010.

Behind the room with the fireplace was a long, narrow room, which was connected with the fireplace room but had no window. The roof panels make me wonder, if this space originally was the canteen of the slaughterhouse, as it was very common to have such in larger workplaces. That would make the kitchen in this apartment the kitchen of the whole factory.

The box has contained shrimp. Pietro is the name of the food wholesale company, which occupied the premises after the slaughterhouse closed. The wholesale company went bankrupt in the early 1990’s.

A birthday card, where someone has gifted the receiver an extra number for a lottery. I’m not sure if this is genuine or the ad of the national lottery company.

My theory of this space being the canteen was supported by the fact that there was a second entrance to the large, windowless space directly next to the entrance to the kitchen.

At this point I looked up. I saw something, which made me look at my exploration in a completely new light.

As the building’s walls have been made of bricks, I’ve always thought, that the floors would be made of concrete. At this point I realized, they were wooden.

At this point I realized, that water had been running through the roof and through the floors for more than a decade. At this point I realized, that the wet wood above me was the floor I had been walking on just minutes earlier.

I chose to become super careful.

The other end of the corridor contained another pile of lumber. This one didn’t look as good as the previous one in the other section of the building.

A look back towards the room with the fireplace from the dark corridor. This section of the building has now been explored. Time to open the next door.

Goodbye, Nightmares Part VIII

There was a shower at the end of the corridor between the two apartments. This means, that the inhabitants of three apartments shared one shower.

The first door in the third apartment led to a toilet. The shower is behind the wall to the right.

The kitchen. Back in 2010 it was a lot better preserved.

The kitchen is to the right. This is the smallest apartment on the third floor.

A better look at the kitchen. I’ve stated this before, but it was almost identical to the kitchen of the apartment where I was living when taking these photographs. I would date it to the late 1970’s.

The only room of the apartment. Back in 2010 it was almost untouched.

In old houses it is customary to have many layers of wallpaper. Here it looks like there is only one on top of the insulation paper, which makes that wallpaper almost 70 years old.

Unless of course they during some renovations tore the old one away. But I don’t think the people owning this place have believed in renovations.

A look back. The doorway in the far end of the corridor leads to the previous apartment. There’s a corridor between the apartments.

This means, that I have to open it.

Just the usual threats inside.

I kind of like this!

A weekly magazine from 2002. I doubt that anybody has been living here at that point anymore. But back in 2010 I found letters and other documents from the early 2000’s. They were of people with a completely different address, so it seems that somebody has been dumping their paper waste here.

The top floor has now been explored. Time to head one floor downwards.

Goodbye, Nightmares Part VII

Back in 2010 this corridor was so full of paper it was almost impossible to pass through. The paper has been replaced with moldy sawdust from the roof.

It was increasingly starting to look like the roof was coming down in every single room on the top floor. A sad sight. Here it wasn’t just the insulation, which had fallen down. Structures of the roof were fully rotten.

The door to the right opened to a small hall which led further to a kitchen. It had been yellow.

There was a very small toilet in here. Those floor tiles were once again familiar.

The roof was collapsing, the wallpapers were coming off and everything was covered in mold.

Back in 2010 I photographed a butterfly on the window. Now there is nothing for the poor things to sit on.

The kitchen in 2010 and 2021. Somebody has removed the large canisters.

A look at the power station from the top floor windows.

Dope.

Hope.

A very interesting feature. There was a small alcove with an integrated bunk bed.

And rounding off the dope and hope is of course 69. Those are the basis of life.

The strange thing was that even this apartment had two entrances. The third apartment on the top floor had only one, this one. Let’s move on there in the following post.

But as you can see, I wasn’t alone in this building. There were several birds living here too, and they scared me shitless, when they escaped through the broken windows. I probably scared them shitless, too.

Goodbye, Nightmares Part VI

Back in 2010 the wallpaper was intact. First they’ve drawn on it, then ripped it away. The chair has gone missing, but apparently the paper downstairs has been moved here.

I actually wonder, if there are any intact windows left in this part of the building.

A look back. The kitchen floor didn’t look like that when I was here the last time. It had a light brown plastic carpet.

The worn out mess and the trees in their brightest summer green make quite a contrast.

A closer look at the hole in the roof. The wet insulation is trying to escape.

If I didn’t know I’ve been here, I wouldn’t recognize this room.

Back in 2010 there was a large rug on the wall. It has vanished somewhere.

There was a small alcove. It was a bit difficult to understand its purpose, as there was no way it could fit a bed. And if it could, the cupboard would be unusable.

A Swedish newspaper from 1955. It’s rare to find that old ones.

Those red and white things are actually little recipe booklets published by the slaughterhouse to advertise their products.

It took me a long time to figure out where this picture was taken. That was until I realized, that the door I’ve just opened must be the one behind the dark leather couch. There is a small room with cupboards behind the kitchen and the white room. It leads to a corridor, which in turn leads to other apartments on the top floor. This apartment actually had two entrances.

The booklets also contain instructions on how to barbecue. The first question is ‘why do we barbecue?’. What is that of a question really? It makes food delicious.

It looks like the room had a beautiful wooden floor, which was in an awful shape and extremely dirty. I hadn’t noticed this, because it was covered with carpets back in 2011.

Looking at the old picture made me notice something extremely strange. The orance couch in the corner has changed. Last time around it was made of leather. And it isn’t the leather couch on the left of this picture. Very strange.

I mean, I do understand, that things are tossed around in places like this, but to change a couch in an abandoned building is not very common.

Dutch cucumbers. I’ve edited the box so that the name of the village written in black ink is no longer visible.

I’ve now explored the first apartment. There’s still a lot to be seen.