Halloween of last year in Grand Rapids, MI. We broke into a squat down the street from a party we went to, and at first sight, we thought we found a gold mine.. Working lights, a bathroom, and three bedrooms; enough for a few kids to enjoy themselves comfortably for the remainder of their stay, not. Got to the top floor of this house, and found a furnished mattress and some random shit strung across the room. I found what I thought was a jug of chase, since we brought a bottle of vodka with us to celebrate our find; one whiff of the juice, and I knew it was all bad--spilled it all over my pants, got fed up and went to sleep.
Next morning, we wake up to a mattress stained with piss, dirty rigs all over the floor, the mystery chase which turned out to be a gallon of jenkem (fucking awesome, right?) and a bathroom with ripped bags of bloody shit thrown all over the place. Checked all the bedrooms-- same thing: rigs, piss, and shit everywhere! After realizing our dream squat was a horrible nightmare, we hopped out the window we smashed and never looked back. And I'm pretty damn sure the last owner of this squat died there, seeing as how every entrance was locked up or boarded, minus the window we smashed.