It turns out that the name Preston Castle is a bit of a euphemism. It was built in the 1890s as a home for wayward boys. Called the Preston School of Industry, it was operational until 1960, when a new facility was built. Then for 40 years it was left to decay and vandalism. It's been taken over by a preservation foundation, that runs fund-raising events like Photographer's Day. I didn't know any of this until I arrived. I actually thought I was going to a castle! And let me just say that, while a few of the rooms could maybe be a little charming, the creepiness factor is off the charts here! I was given a safetly briefing when I entered, and among the things I was told...and I'm not kidding here... was that if I saw a fellow photographer fall through the floor, I shouldn't go in after them, but should call a docent. Or maybe it was call 911, I honestly wasn't paying attention at that point. My mind completely stopped listening at "Don't go in after them!" Seriously! Has someone actually done that???
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