Abandoned High School Exploration in Moclips, Washington

My brother and I, in 2024, came across a rumor about an abandoned high school in Moclips, Washington. A small, unincorporated coastal town with only a few hundred residents—it was the kind of place where things could sit forgotten. Few people. Fewer questions.

Which made it ideal.

Finding it, however, proved to be a little more difficult than we expected. At one point while navigating, we took a wrong turn and ended up driving down an old country road. The area and vibe shifted almost immediately—it felt isolated… off.

Then we saw it.

On the left-hand side of the road stood a handmade plywood sign with the words “No Trespassing” painted across it. But what really caught our attention was what hung from it—a section of rope tied into a noose, dangling just enough to make the message unmistakably clear.

For a brief moment, I felt like we had driven straight into something out of “Deliverance”.

That was the moment my brother and I looked at each other and said, “Yeah… we’re going the wrong way.”

We turned my truck around.

After some trial and error we found our destination! This was an extraordinary find for my brother and me. When we first came upon it and stepped inside, it felt like discovering a gold mine. Not only was this place abandoned and forgotten, but it was also shockingly accessible—the front doors were completely unlocked. No gates blocking our entry, no security to worry about, and not a single camera anywhere on the property. No running from the Man! It was a bonanza.

We were able to enter and roam freely through the decrepit, decaying structure before us.

To walk through an abandoned high school—once filled with the constant movement of teenagers going to class, gathering at lockers, and sometimes even fighting—is truly surreal. It felt like stepping into a post-apocalyptic world. As you move through the building, the decay surrounds you from every angle.

The contrast was striking. A rotting gym floor—so unstable I actually stepped through one of the boards calf-deep—sat beneath bright, colorful walls that somehow still held onto their past. Debris was scattered everywhere: overturned desks, scattered debris, broken remnants of what once was, and total decay layered over forgotten memories, and forsaken fragments, of life.

We also made our way down a pitch-black stairway into the basement, where the boiler room was located.

The darkness down there was absolute.

At the bottom, we found ourselves walking across dirt floors, surrounded by shadows. And then—when our flashlights finally cut through the black—we saw it. An old, rusted, deteriorating boiler and machinery looming in front of us.

It looked like something straight out of “Freddy Krueger’s A Nightmare on Elm Street”.

The only way we could even make out what was in front of us was by sweeping our flashlights across the room. Trying to photograph it was even more difficult—I couldn’t fully see the machinery through my camera lens until the flash went off, revealing it for just a split second at a time.

It was incredible… and honestly, a bit unsettling.

We didn’t stay down there long.

The disparity between what this place once was and what it has become is almost unreal.

If you can, be sure to watch the full-length video—and take a look at the still images I captured during our exploration of this remarkable place.