After first being inhabited by Native Americans, the year 1788 sweeps in a man named Calvin Austin, a land agent for the Connecticut Land Company. Under new occupancy, the township was given the name “Austintown” which still stands today.


The towns first settler, John McCollum arrived and by 1820, the towns population grew to 718. Coal miners and their families help increase the population to 2,502 by 1880, but a sky rocket in population took place after World War II. With all of these new families, a concern about adequate schooling came to light bringing forth consolidation from 12 one-room school houses into one large school and then eventually into 8 individual school buildings.


These 8 buildings still stand part in Austintown’s historical identity.


Austintown’s earliest schools were subscription schools, requiring $1.50 per child each term, but later in 1852, Ohio introduced tax-payer supported public schools for each township. 1916 is the year that the 8 school houses consolidate into one building once more, serving grades 1-9, becoming the Austintown Centralized School.


6 years after consolidation, the school added grades 10-12 and by March 17th, 1924 Austintown Centralized School was renamed to Austintown Fitch School. John H. Fitch, born in 1843 west of Austintown Center, donated 8 of his 400 acre land on Mahoning Avenue for a new school.


On a gloomy night, we made our way to Austintown only to stumble upon this beauty, abandoned schools are my favorite.


Its almost unreal how all windows to this building are still intact, no breeze throughout the hallways leaves a very wholesome feeling in the soul. Circling these corridors endlessly while hearing pouring water down each stair well gives off a slight eerie ambiance.


From the outside, you wouldn’t even believe this school is abandoned. The outside is so beautifully kept up, the grass trimmed neatly, the windows all in tact, on a quaint little street in the heart of Austintown.


Desks and chairs stacked throughout the hallways, books and rooms fashioned so neatly as if the doors shut one day… and never opened again.


The football field behind the school stands lonesome, yet well kept. Bleachers have overgrown and rusted, yet the scoreboard was reset when the doors closed. Old bus garages are still present, but sealed up tight. I have no doubt in my mind that this was a beautifully crafted school when it was open.


As always, I will end this with warning. I do not recommend going to this school, as enticing as it may seem. This place is no joke to visit. Aside from regular dangers, such as scrapper activity, police activity, loose ceilings, floorboards and water damage, this building comes equipped with its own scare tactics. The top floor has a few rooms with open windows, and that breeze helps make the most horrifying noise you would never want to hear. I will be working harder than ever to get my old stories back on this page, but until then i will be posting accordingly. There are many more explores on the horizon and not to mention the Planet Perish // The Ancient Future art festival meet and greet in June. Thank you to all of my fans and supporters. You make this site run.