P L E A S U R E L A N D   I I

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home 
--John Howard Payne

Pleasureland

Pleasureland, Oakland, New Jersey

explored & photographed by: Shady

As the Scoobies continued to explore the creepy grounds of Pleasureland, we came across many mysterious, bizarre findings, such as a room filled with old pool buoys, a strange, circular formation of grass poking through the dirt, crumbling and moldy picnic tables, and the weirdest sight of all- a jacket filled with dirt lying posed on the ground, with a heavy stone placed right where the heart would've been... creeeepy!

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

We found what we could only assume was the old pool supply house, right across from the large, filled-in area where the pool used to be. Local skaters have taken over the pool area as their own personal skate park, complete with ramps.

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

The Men's Restrooms have definitely seen better days. An old merry-go-round sits half-buried in creeping vines and foliage. As we made our way deeper and deeper into Pleasureland, a furry little friend kept a watchful eye on us from underneath the safety of a rusted old chair...

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Just when we thought that we had seen all there was to see, we spied a huge brick building peeking out through the woods at the end of a narrow dirt lane set apart from the rest of the complex. We rushed over to check it out- it was definitely sinister looking! It was a very large hall of some type. Inside, the murky darkness was dimly lit by the feeble sunlight creeping through the open doors...

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Our voices echoed back loudly inside the structure, which had Skinhead graffiti marring it's walls and a very big, very dark hole in the middle of the floor leading to who knows what...

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

Pleasureland

At this point, we had spent quite a lot of time at Pleasureland, and we were beginning to get that uncomfortable feeling that we were being watched by unseen eyes. Maybe it was the vacant, gaping doors of the brick building, or perhaps just our overactive imaginations. At this point we didn't want to push our luck, so we headed back to the Shady Lady, leaving Pleasureland to it's cold, empty silence, carrying with us memories of it's forlorn and creepy delights.

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