cannedcream wrote...
And the sad thing is; I would.
Ah man, I wish I had pictures of the old crumbling stone house that used to lie deep in the woods behind my house before it feel into rubble.
It was. . . so endlessly spooky for so many reasons.
I was driving through Ohio, last year, when I saw the most disturbing sight.
I was driving through the Farm Belt, where many acres of land are used to grow corn/etc. So, to the horizon, were barren farm fields (as it was winter). Driving along, I saw a copse of trees ahead, all the more odd because they were the only trees for miles. And what was in that small grouping of trees?
A small cottage, falling apart. Its roof was pierced by a tree. Its broken windows were wrapped in veins. The light of the sun didn't piece the copse of trees, making the inside of the cottage incredibly dark.
I stopped on the side of the road and just looked at it for about 10 minutes, wishing I had a camera. It was... so f*cking creepy.