This house had my hair standing on end the whole time I was in here. I thought at first it was just initial-entry jitters, but it intensified the deeper I explored.
1983: a very good year. For me. Not for this house, apparently.
The house had been pretty much emptied and gutted. Wall innards spewed out of water-damaged wallpaper.
I had a distinct sense of being watched as I took this photo.
Pipes hung down at odd angles from the ceilings.
I lost count of how many rooms there were. They were huge and all connected like a maze. I got turned around several times which was very unnerving in a house that was already giving me a creepy vibe.
One of three staircases. At this point I felt like something or someone was waiting impatiently for me to leave. Every time my tripod clacked on the floor or I crunched some glass underfoot, I got a sense that I was being an annoyance, too intruding, making too much noise.
I didn't linger long in the first house. I felt very unwelcome and didn't want to hang around trying to get artistic shots. It was a pity because the house was massive and gorgeous and I could have easily spent all afternoon in there. Once I went outside I felt much more at ease.
As I walked around the rear of House #1, I saw a dark shape dart behind another building. It could've been an animal, but I looked and didn't see one, and tried moving my head in the same way to see if it was a trick of the light on my glasses, but wasn't able to replicate it. It was tall and moved like a hunched over person hurrying away.
Obligatory "pretty flowers with abandoned house in background" shots.
Rear of House #2 (wow, the exposure looks really weird on this one, sorry about that)
This house was a much simpler, more modest farmhouse than the first, and didn't harbor any spookiness.
Puzzle pieces and a rubber mouse. Most of upstairs looked like this.
View of House #1
A little roofless shed outside House #2 was so overgrown I couldn't get in the door. My camera did though.
Inside one of many, many stables/barns/outbuilding dealies. It smelled like musty hay and old manure in here. Wonderful (no, really, I like that smell).
What rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs, rolls over your neighbor's dog? (P.S. Camouflage chair is camouflaged.)
First of several groundhog remains.
An old booklet on how to care for a baby. Odd thing to find in a barn.
A (live) groundhog startled me when I caught him peeking out of this...thing (cistern? I dunno).
I tried really hard to get this photo to show more of the barn and less of the blindingly bright sunlit cement, but it just wasn't happening for me.
Leftovers courtesy of the vultures swooping overhead (or as city urbexers say, "all the beautiful hawks flying over us!"). After this grisly sight, I dubbed the site Groundhog Farm.
That's one thorny-ass tree.
As I walked down this road to leave, I heard the distinct sound of windchimes. I thought maybe it was my keys jingling and echoing off the buildings, so I stood still for a moment and the sound continued. I could've sworn that I heard laughter interspersed with the chimes too. There was absolutely nothing around that could've made that sound. The farm sits in an industrial park, so the only things nearby are factories (which were all empty on a Sunday) and vacant farmland. I'm not one of those people who goes "ZOMGGHOSTZORS!!!" when my camera strap falls in a picture, but I definitely think there's something supernatural going on here. Will be interesting to see if I can dig up any history on this place.
Someone has been using the property to store a few things. There were plastic pipes, rolls of new fencing, new fenceposts, and other assorted recent-ish machinery sitting around, along with tire trails and piles of fill dirt. Near House #1 was a shiny new chain link dog kennel with some locked boxes inside that were humming loudly. I wonder if there's any way I can find out who's using the property and see if they know anything about what happened to the people who lived here without directly saying, "Yeah, I was poking around in your stuff and now I'm going to get even more nosy." Ideas?