For those wondering, Lincoln Way in Clairton, PA is a very real place that’s stood abandoned by years. And yes, a photographer named Jimmy Joo did post an article in 2015 featuring photos he took there and his sense of the place.
As he observed, walking among the ruins:
[I]nside it’s as if everyone had left in such an insane hurry, as beds were left made neatly, food was scattered, dishes still in cabinets, some in the sink, family photos hung, books remained on shelves and clothes were still picked out for the next day, which sadly never came for them. In one house, even a car remained parked neatly in the garage, now covered in years of dust.
Here are just a few of the photos he took:
Seriously — go check out the rest of his write up and gallery. You can do so here.
In his write up, Joo mentions the same NoSleep entry I came across. Entitled “The Beast of Lincoln Way,” I’m not sure I buy it entirely, but here’s how cmd102 described the encounter:
It stood on all fours, and was as big as a horse. Thick, black hair covered it’s massive body. It’s muscular front legs were tipped with claws longer than my fingers, and it’s mouth was full of too many razor-sharp teeth. The few people I’ve described it to reasoned that it was a bear or a large wild cat far from home, but it didn’t look like either of those. The beast’s head almost resembled a massive dog, except for the horns perched on either side. I stared into deep red eyes, rooted to my spot with terror, as this creature slowly made it’s way closer to me. Another growl escaped from it’s throat, and I began to shake so badly that I dropped my flashlight. The sudden movement and flash of light seemed to startle it. I took my chance and ran back to the street, screaming for Sam to get into the truck and start the engine. I could hear heavy paws hitting the ground not far behind me as I ran faster than I ever have in my life. I launched myself into Sam’s truck, and he threw it in gear and pulled a u-turn to get us the hell out of there. The truck’s headlights illuminated the beast for a moment as it stopped in the middle of the road to avoid being hit. What I had thought was fur was actually closer to a mass of thin porcupine needles, and every one on it’s back stood straight up as the beast crouched to spring at the truck. Sam was speeding toward the main road when we heard the howl of the creature. It sounded pained and angry, as if it was starving and upset that it was denied a meal.
UPDATE: I screwed up the handling of this reference in the episode. Read more about that here.
Honestly, some of what looks like more recent graffiti got under my skin a little more. If we’re to believe what Valerie said about the headaches, maybe the area is still a risk after all.
I mean, y’all can make up your minds for yourselves, but I wouldn’t be planning a road trip there even if I could.