OGDEN -- The cement walls inside and out are decorated by countless graffiti tags that are both artistic and crude, mostly the latter. There are no doors to speak of, just openings that emit the darkness within. Up the shaky wooden stairs is the loft where clear signs of ruin and habitation reside. The musk of humanity and stench of defecation wafts through the room, which would make someone with a weak tolerance gag. It's impossible to walk through the dwelling and not step on broken glass, pieces of asbestos, tattered rags or rusty nails. The few windows and apparent bullet holes let in little light.