Last month I visited this house for the first time after drooling over the prospect for a good while. It’s a tricky one to get to, situated on private property, guarded by homes and gate. I actually had to come back to it, as my typical bad timing had me arriving at the site just as neighbors were having a pow wow out front. Returning later in the day, I was finally able to make a stealthy(ish) approach and park out of site, driving way too fast down a long dirt driveway, bumping along like a rodeo show. The number of burr bushes here is a real piss off. In fact, the house is surrounded by a 360° moat of them. I love Summer, don’t get me wrong, but I love Fall much more for exploring.
The outside of this place is the real prize, as inside there isn’t much to see aside from decay and soft rotting floors. It was absolutely stupid of me to go in as far as I did. As I made my way out of the bush, I froze. 50 ft down the drive was a huge boxer, still as a post and staring right at me, his owner right behind. I decided to approach them and wave hello. The woman told me the house had been abandoned for about 10 years, and had been last rented by a group of guys who “did bad things in there”. She went on to describe a police raid involving a drug bust, among other things, and also kindly warned me about Giant Hogweed on the property. She asked “You didn’t go near the house did you? It’s collapsing inside!”. Reeking like coon scat and mold, covered in burrs and some sort of carcass slime on my boot, I said “Of course not! That’s a really creepy house!”
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