Mojave Cabin

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Ok /x/, this has been a long time coming. I need to tell someone about this. Pic is best I can find of what we found.
>Be me, 13 living in the Mojave Desert in California
My dad and I are constantly exploring the desert during the late 90's on dirtbikes / 4x4
One day, somewhere near Barstow, we roll over a ridge and see a dilapidated cabin
We decide to check it out
Go inside, names and dates and messages are scribbled all over the walls and ceiling
>No furniture, literal buckets of shit behind cabin, fireplace in the only room
Only thing to sit on is a bench attached to a wall next to front door
>Dad is reading carvings, so I sit
I put my feet under the bench as I sit
I feel the floor under the bench shift as I put my feet on it
>wtf
Look down to see a 2 square foot section of the floor is not connected to rest of floor
Kick floor and realize it's loose
Lift floor board, it goes to a sub level
>Dad is not alarmed. Says it's probably a food cellar
Look down, it's about 6-7 feet in drop
Dad is husky and big, I'm slender and tall
He looks at me and says:
>Well I'm too fat to check it out
I accept the challenge and decide to go down
Lower myself down, it's dark, but enough light from beaming hot sun and my Cingular flip phone to see

It's a single stone and mortar lined hall that was about 8 feet in length
>Dark
Walk forward with Cingular phone lighting the way
Small hall opens into a round section where it ends
Nothing in the "room"
Look close at walls
Nothing at first
Then I see marks of what seemed to be from nails on a human hand
>no no no
Decide I need to go
Starting walking back to opening to cabin and trip
I tripped on a single piece of metal embedded in the ground
A single hole is in the middle of the metal
>Weird feeling
Rush and climb out and tell my Dad I want to leave
He's confused at first, but then agrees