so we went back to one of the abandoned houses yesterday. It's really quite the Grey Gardens type of scenario.



The place appears to have been just abandoned as is one day, I'm assuming sometime back around 1990 based on the latest dates evident on envelopes and catalogs. Other items date back into the '70's and earlier. Regardless, the person who lived here (according to the mail, a Miss J. Whitcher) wasn't much for modern conveniences.



I suppose it's really hard to tell whether she left the house in this chaotic mess or if over the past couple of decades her otherwise orderly home has been trashed by vandals. If it's the latter, you can only imagine how this would pain her. I mean ok, clearly there has been quite a bit of vandalism.



the floors are thick with newspapers, letters, Christmas cards and the like. I'm dying to read through some of it... but can't bear the idea of touching anything without gloves.



this room in particular creeped me out. I hadn't stepped into it the last time we were here. The floor was nothing but garbage and paper and old boots and then:



weirdest of all - horse tail clippings. I can't figure out why these were in the house!



I suspect she may have died and nobody has bothered with the place since (other than idiot kids who seem intent on demolishing and vandalizing what IS left).

You can gingerly make your way upstairs... but half of the floor seems to be missing and I was not ready to fall through the floor for photos of abandoned mattresses and busted down dressers. I couldn't see much else up there from my vantage point.

this place is good for at least one more visit, including the barn out back. I think I better not let too many more weekends past before I go back to finish photographing though; it looks like whatever losers keep trashing the place don't intend to stop.