So anyway, there's this stone house on the way out to Woodbury (one town over from where my parents live in Watertown) that I've been obsessed with since I first drove by it when I was 15. All throughout high school I had friends in Woodbury so I was constantly driving out there, almost always at night, and this decrepit, half-built, fascinating house was the landmark letting me know I was finally almost in town. My dad seemed to know something about it back when I first noticed it, so yesterday before I went out there I asked about it again.
My father isn't even sure if this is true, so don't take it for historical fact, but he told me back before he married my mother (this is going back a good 25 years), he used to go on fishing trips with a buddy out that way and they would pass by the house. My dad asked his friend about it and this is the story he got: the property belonged to some old gangster named Joe Rock, from New York, who came up from there routinely and was building the house by hand. Dad also said the place was a lot bigger than it was back then, but I don't think he's seen it since he drove me to Woodbury in high school, because I can pretty certainly say there has been no progress made on the house in all the times I've driven by it in the past five years. Also, if the gangster was in his late fifties/early sixties near the end of the 1970's, he could easily be in his eighties or dead by now. I've never seen anyone there working on the place.
With all this in mind I headed over. The weather was extremely mild for Connecticut in January (52 degrees!) so I figured it was the perfect opportunity to do some exploration. I got some pretty good shots of the outside for not staying very long. The house is situated on a rather deadly curve on a road where all the cars fly, and since I was wary of the No Trespassing sign I tried to stay off the property (yes, I am that lame because I'm new at this, but also I had visions of some crotchety old gangster suddenly jumping out at me with a rifle) and really didn't want to get hit by a car. And, I had a healthy dose of the creeps. There were blankets of fog everywhere on the ride over, and the house isn't that far from this cornfield I've been creeped out by before, thanks to a midnight drive by when the stalks were high and I was listening to a song involving ghost girls and wolves in the corn... I have an overactive imagination. But I digress. The point is I was way too chicken to try going inside, but the house itself and the yard were interesting enough. Maybe sometime I'll go back when I'm not alone and actually try going inside. The infrastructure looks safe enough.
Sorry the pictures are all different sizes, I had problems with Photobuck resizing all my pictures...
There's the No Trespassing sign that I thought I'd gotten a closer shot of... oh well.
This was across the street, and I thought it was kind of neat.
I'm in love with that rusted staircase. If I do go back, I definitely want to get closer to it.
There was some evidence that the place isn't completely abandoned -- I saw some stone piles that looked like they'd been recently put there, and the pile of bricks in the picture by the blue car look fairly new as well, but there was nothing I saw of the house that actually looked recently built. Maybe inside it's different.
Surprisingly enough, as I was leaving, a couple drove up and started poking around themselves, and the girl took a picture. For five years I've never seen anyone there, and in the space of ten minutes two different sets of people went out to investigate. Also, the second I got back in the car, a pouring rain started. Sufficiently creeped out and proud I'd actually done it, I left.
And went and bought a copy of Silent Hill 3.
I think it's safe to say I'm never sleeping again. :D
Hope you enjoyed the pictures and my little narration.