Exploring Westborough is the only time I can recall having fell through a floor. While the incident didn't happen in this particular room pictured, the floor was in a similar state of disrepair. I can remember cautiously walking across the floor. Like traipsing across a newly frozen pond, I felt out each step ahead before I placed my full weight upon the floor, only to have me leg suddenly and without warning shoot through the rotten wood, slipping up to my hips in splintered heap of dry rotted boards and destroyed tiles. I was able to control the fall to some degree by grabbing onto a wooden joist, which spared me from falling completely into the basement below.