decaying home
Located in my hometown along the beach, there have been times during my days in high-school where my friends and I would dare each other to go inside this house.
On a dead friday or saturday night, a few of us would go down to moody ville and to the front of this house. For some reason, we called it the "witch hut".We would psych each other out and then before any of us could man up to try to break in, a neighbor would angrily tell us to leave.
Curiosity drove me back here and I brought Daron along with me to check it out in the daytime.
Some passerby's told us that the house has been left like this for 30+ years.
Peeking inside the living room. We spot some 60's furniture scattered.
The first room we went into gave us the fucking creeps. Tons of black mold and what looks like actual burnt shit.
The kitchen area with a lovely antique stove.
We dared each other to open the fridge and look inside but we both wuss'ed out.
This is the room located at the back of the little house. This room was the most interesting and I'm guessing it was a little girl's room. The vanity and desk still in good condition. We kind of wanted to take it. The window is smashed and the fabric ripped off. Evidence of raccoons perhaps?
