Entry #2: Abandoned House no. 2
april 6, 2020
Today I took a trip out to the second abandoned house. I call it the second because, walking up the road from my house, there are two abandoned houses along the road, and it's the second one you encounter. Like the other house, it's invisible from the street. All you can see is the rough outline of a trail leading into the woods. Follow this trail, and you'll walk into a clearing where you can see a mass of of plants gathered around a structure that, if you look at it right, seems to be a brick house. Walking around it, one can make out the back porch - it's the most visible part of the house.
The back porch.
The porch is more or less intact, being made of concrete, although branches and trash litter the ground. I spotted shards of a broken mirror scattered on the concrete, which feels a bit auspicious. Even so, this place feels much less haunted than the first abandoned house. I walked up the steps to where the back door used to be and snapped a picture of the inside of the place.
The inside of the house.
It's quite a mess. It looks like the house was cleared of objects and furniture before it was allowed to decay to such a state, but even so, the "ground" is so uneven and rotten I wouldn't dare step inside. A breeze wafted a musty, almost moldy smell into my sinuses and I hurriedly stepped away. I don't know what species of mold grow here, but I'd rather not inhale them. I warily proceeded to the front porch, which is merely a narrow strip of concrete with a sheet of wood fallen on it, and took a few pictures of the inside of the house through a broken window. I avoided the front door.
Another angle of the interior.
While the house itself instills a sense of architectural danger, the area around is full of life, growing over cracked asphalt and piles of shingles. Huge thistles sprout everywhere, and the place is full of insects - butterflies, dragonflies, bumblebees, and all the annoying little things that want to bite me. It's beautiful, in an inconvenient sort of way, and I just found a tick crawling on my arm as I write this. But I have nothing against the plants. Those trees sure are growing fast.
Nature claims this place. I'm not gonna mess with it.
I have to trek through bushes and around trees to get back to the road, where I pick up the bundle of huge zip-ties I found scattered all over the road and claimed by the sacred laws of Finders Keepers. I incur no debt and owe no favor, as the roads belong to Man and not to the Woods. I have no idea what I'm going to do with this many giant zip-ties, but I'm sure it'll be cool.