The abandoned house was the first location we looked at. Miraculously, it wasn't really even one we intended on looking into. We had to travel out of "the township" due to the fact that there are no gas stations there. Thus, after getting violated by the gas prices along the Pacific Coast Highway, we headed back towards the township. We pulled over on the side of the road, crossed the street, and walked through a closed off area.
Through the brush, a perfectly swept driveway took us to the graffiti-ridden abandoned house. A broom and shovel, propped up against the tree, told us that it must have been swept recently, but only up until a certain point. Then, the mayhem of debris: leaves, spiderwebs, beer cans, broken glass, and all other goodies were everywhere.
The art on the walls was done by talented taggers to say the least. My personal favorite is the simple "Hang in there" drawing of a body hanging from a noose (morbid I know).
Even though it was a bright and sunny afternoon, the boarded up windows of the first floor made it pitch black. The only light we had to see was from the flash of each picture I took. Navigating throughout the rooms was both difficult and creepy until we got to the upper floor where the windows let the light shine in.
In every sense of the word, the place was gorgeous for a horror movie: full of character, past lives, destruction, and a sense of stillness that could only be interrupted by a the shards of glass cracking under our feet.
Check out the pictures, and hang in there...
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