![]() ![]() I started with the edition featuring the disappearance of Kyle Hase. Not my idea of a fun hobby, but to each their own, I guess? I did not find any public records, but I did find a lovely elderly man named Elliot, who happened to know that the fire chief’s father collected and preserved every newspaper published between 19. I gave the post office a shot, hoping to find some form of public records in there. Needless to say, this little town didn’t have a library, which made my job significantly harder. There were a handful of side roads that branched out into the residential areas, but as far as I could tell, they all looped around and came back to the main road eventually. That number was very believable there was one gas station that I’m pretty sure was family-owned, a fire department with a post office inside, and a tiny grocery store along the road that took me into town. The sign coming into town was almost completely obscured by an overgrown pine tree branch, but I could make out a population of 204. It was hidden so deeply in the middle of a sprawling forest that nobody could ever have accidentally stumbled across it. When I say Rossi was a small town, that’s a massive understatement. So, I did what anyone desperate for a mystery to solve would do: I packed up a few bags of supplies, got in my minivan, and drove to Rossi myself. The police report mentioned previous disappearances in the area, but I couldn’t find anything about them online. A 26-year-old man from Rossi, Nebraska named Kyle Hase had disappeared after leaving home one day for what was supposed to be a short hike. I was reading about abandoned places online when I came across a police report from 2009. I was escorted away from the premises pretty quickly, and I ended up going back home with no footage and no money. ![]() It turns out the Japanese authorities don’t like it when you go to Japan to explore the abandoned city of Tomioka. So I spent all my savings on a plane ticket to Japan to explore the abandoned city of Tomioka. I needed to explore something BIG, something people have actually heard of before. Obviously, nobody cared about investigating random abandoned trailers and warehouses in rural Colorado, Kansas, and Nebraska. By “a bit,” I mean about…maybe 50 subscribers? I didn’t know what I was doing wrong, but I’ve been doing this for six years and just couldn’t seem to go viral.īut I knew what I had to do. So I’ve done a few videos, uploaded them to all the social media sites the kids watch these days, and collected a bit of a fanbase. Um…sorry, where was I going with that again? Sometimes it’s scary, like when you hear doors slam on their own when there’s no wind, or when you come across a violent squatter hiding behind a mattress with a combat knife in one hand and a 1974 Marilyn Monroe calendar in the other hand, like that one time in Cimarron Hills, Colorado in 2016. It’s usually either really cool or really sad. So as an urban explorer, I go to abandoned locations with my video camera and record what I find. Not…you know…a popular one, but still, I’ve got a few followers. Maybe you’ve heard of me? I’m an urban explorer. You can call me by my stage name, Brendon. ![]() My name – my real name – is Kermit Stainton, and before you ask: yes, I was named after the frog, and no, I don’t want to talk about it. I suppose I should be honest in case anyone actually finds this voice recording. I guess I’ll start with an introduction? My name is Brendon Spirit. ![]()
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