Abdandoned Places of the Earth

ImageSome really cool images here at the Abandoned Geography site.

Use a photo/the website as a jumping off point. Have you ever been inside an abandoned place? Where was it? What were you doing there? Was it scary at all? Was it sad? What do people add to a place when they’re present, and what does that place lose when they’re gone?

You could also take one of the pictures and write a 200+ word story about it.

 

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27 thoughts on “Abdandoned Places of the Earth

  1. A place that I heard a lot of stories about while growing up was the Miami Insane Asylum, which is an old abandoned asylum in the middle of the Everglades. One night at a bon fire, my friends and I had an idea to drive there and sneak in. It ended up being one of the stupidest ideas of my life. The entire ride there my friends were telling drunken ghost stories about what has happened in the asylum. Including a cracked out woman attacking people and people hearing screaming and whispering in the abandoned buildings. By the time we got to this asylum, I was already scared beyond belief, and we had not even entered the building yet. I made two of my guy friends interlock their arms with mine and protect me all night. As we snuck in, I felt various presences of people that weren’t there. I could hear people talking, even though my group of friends was completely silent. We would shine flashlights in every building we went into and saw graffiti, condoms, beer cans, and other basic hood rat stuff. I had goose bumps the entire night and I kept telling my friends that I wanted to leave. They resisted, until the one leading all of us was pushed to the ground, by what he said was a ghost. At that point we all started running and screaming at the top of our lungs. A locked car never seemed so safe before.

  2. I have been to a lot of countries and I remember this one abandoned place that I came across. I was in Thailand with my parents and their friends about ten years ago. One day, I was playing hide and seek with some kids around our hotel. I didn’t want to be found so I ran into an isolated street. There was dust everywhere; I could only see birds and there were no human beings in sight. At the end of the road was a cabin. I was sure that the kids wouldn’t find me in there so, I went in. Inside was a bunk bed with a small table lamp on the floor. I immediately got goose bumps. I wanted to get out of that place because it looked so old and torn down but in the meantime, I didn’t want to be found by the kids I was playing with. I couldn’t remember what happened after that but all I can recall now was the chilly feeling when I first walked in. Maybe it wasn’t a haunted place at all, but at that time, I didn’t give much of a thought. If there were people in the cabin, it would be a different experience because having someone there will probably make the place livelier. Of all the scary places I have been to or seen on television, the scariest parts consist of the emptiest places. Human automatically brings spirit to a place and when they are gone, it will contain nothing but emptiness.
    Michelle

  3. I live in a remote neighborhood where you can’t see the houses from the street due to all the trees around the houses. When we built our horse pasture we cleared many of the trees between our neighbors house and ours, revealing it. There once used to be a sweet old couple that lived there, but they decided to move to be closer to their daughter a few years ago. As soon as the house was sold we were introduced to the family that planned to move in. But before they could do that they were letting some maintenance workers stay there to fix up the house. At first it was normal and everything seemed to be fine, but then things got bizarre. The workers began coming home at all hours of the night, immediately pulling into the garage, closing it, then walking swiftly to the house to never be heard from again until the next time they came bursting down the driveway in the middle of the night. This continued for a few months, getting creepier and creepier until suddenly it stopped. We never saw the men or family again. Just walking over to the dilapidated house is eerie. The once beautiful victorian home with lush gardens seems empty without the cute old couple present. Apparently the house is foreclosed on now and hopefully a lively family will occupy it once again.

    Christie Gleason

  4. I chose the image http://31.media.tumblr.com/b3ef37ec8c9e3ccfb77f2e35ce059ac5/tumblr_mw2lml6s8i1r9943oo1_500.jpg

    I entered my grandmother’s old home on April 22, 2007. As I pulled up out front of the run-down shack, I thought fondly of the last time I had been there. It was somewhere around two weeks before she passed away. I was 8 years old at the time, and I can remember being greeted by the scent of lavender and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies as I walked in the door and began the hunt through the house for my grandma. This hunt never lasted long– she was always either in her bedroom reading a book or in the kitchen cooking delicious treats for me to enjoy after the long bike ride to her house. This time, she was in the bedroom, reading a beat up copy of “To Kill A Mockingbird”. The book was published in 1960, 12 years before I was born, and ever since I can remember (probably since the day she purchased her copy), the novel was always lying on the nightstand next to my grandmother’s bed. When she saw me approach her, she folded over the corner of the page that she was reading and placed the book back on her nightstand. She climbed out of bed and gave me a hug. “My, don’t you look lovely in that color Susan!” she exclaimed as she led the way to the kitchen. After a long afternoon of playing cards and both making and eating a delicious dinner of roasted pork and beans, I said my goodbyes and pedaled off into the twilight towards home. That was my last memory of my grandmother. ‘What a strange, sudden illness came upon her,’ I thought as I walked through the door of the now abandoned home. In the spirit of my lasting final memory with my grandmother, I headed straight for the kitchen. Maybe part of me was expecting to see her there, glasses on the tip of her nose, gathering ingredients for her next tasty dessert. As I peered through the doorway, I saw a miraculous sight. There, in the middle of what used to be my grandmother’s kitchen, was a tree. It was sparse, but still had green leaves and seemed to be full of life. As I admired the tree, I sensed the presence of my grandmother in the room. Suddenly it all became clear to me. The tree was a symbol, reminding me that even though my grandmother was no longer with us on Earth, her spirit lived on quite the same way that the tree lived on amidst its dilapidated surroundings. That was the last time I stepped foot in my grandma’s old home, but the memory of that tree and the life it stood for have not left my memory.

  5. I have never been to an abandoned place before because I watched movies like the Conjuring but I feel that abandoned places have character and can tell a story no matter what condition it is in. The more run down the place is, the more character. When people live in a place or use a place, they move in things that they like, use and need. They make the place their own thinking that they gave an empty place character. I think that the things they put in the house or place resemble their character but when they leave and no one is in the building that is when the place gets its real character. What I mean is that when you think about going into an empty place there are things laying everywhere on the floor, hanging from the roof or things just falling/about to fall. The things that are left tell the story of the people that lived there but the actual things that are falling apart that are a part of the building tells what the building has been through and what it could withstand. Looking at the pictures I feel that I respect the place and find the places more interesting because they are run down. If they were well kept and nice then the place would not be as interesting looking.

  6. My high school is rich in tradition. It used to be called Ocala High School before there was too many students and it split up to become Forest (my school) and Vanguard (our rivals) High Schools. After the two separate schools were formed they decided that they would still both play on the same field that used to belong to just Ocala High School, this historic field is called Booster Stadium. Each year the team that won the rivalry game at the end of the season would get to paint the field house that schools colors until the game the next year. This field was not on the campus of either school. It was in a field off an old back road where it has been since 1911. This tradition stayed strong until Forest decided to build a new school and include their own football field on campus. Now Vanguard has a new stadium of their own….leaving Booster Stadium empty. A few weeks before I packed my bags and moved up to college i was driving down that old backroad when i passed the stadium and decided to stop by. My grandfather, father, and I had all played in that beautiful stadium. There was so much tradition and history between the bleachers on that patch of grass. It was sad to se it so empty. I grew up watching games being played and dreaming of getting to play there one day. As i sat in the bleachers all alone i thought of all the great players to step foot on that field. It turned into a therapeutic place for me to sit and think and i continued to do it now and then for the remaining weeks i was home. I can’t wait to get back to that old empty stadium when i go home for break. There’s something special about Booster Stadium when you can just sit alone on the old bleachers and think.

  7. Duval County’s Public School #4. This abandoned high school might be the scariest place I have ever been to. Riverside Park School, also known as School #4 or the “Devil’s School” was originally built in 1891. Rumors have it that in the 1960’s a furnace exploded and killed half of the students, faculty, and janitors inside. The place soon became haunted and teachers refused to work there. The school had to be shut down. In 1971, the building was condemned and abandoned. Since then, School #4 has been home to the homeless, gangs, druggies, witchcraft, and paranormal investigators. I, being a naïve fifteen year old, was dared and brave enough to enter the school at night. Graffiti and old newspapers covered the dark school walls and floor. The smell of old fires filled the air. Each classroom that was entered had to be done so cautiously because homeless men, gang members, or local high school kids looking for a good scare, could be lurking around every corner. My “friend” who gave me the tour of the school made me venture behind every door into every room, including the pitch dark basement. It was eerie to think those fifty years ago, children were being taught lessons of English and math in the same building. I was so relieved when this tour was over. Looking back, I could have been seriously hurt by an unexpected visitor inside.

  8. I provided this picture above because I do not recall ever visiting an abandoned site. There was a restaurant by my house that was abandoned and never reopened. With it’s stained glass walls and its musky aura, it was a creepy place to even be around, especially when night time rolled around. Abandoned places are always supposed to be somewhat scary because they are lonely and there usually is a reason that they are abandoned. Above, I am showing a picture of city in Germany that was abandoned due to mass murdering of Jews during the time of Hitler’s reign. The picture is depressing and cold, not only because it was the site of murder, but also because the lack of people in this picture. When any place is inhabited by people, it has a certain personality to it. They decorate it, add characteristics, and keep it clean and tidy. Once people abandon something, then it loses all hope of beauty and becomes somewhat scary. I would never be the person to volunteer myself to visit an old abandoned house rumored to be haunted or something. Abandonment is a sad thing that happens everyday.

  9. Le’otis Boswell-Johnson

    During a trip to Charlotte, North Carolina my family and I went on an old slave tour of historical slave places in Charlotte. One of the places we visited was a small abandoned church. The old abandoned church was kind of in the middle of nowhere, it was the only building on the street. There was a single light post outside the church. The inside of the church looked more like a house than a church; there were few chairs, and a small stage-like area in the front where the pastors use to preach. On the tour we’ve learned that this church was originally a hideout spot for runaway slaves. The slaves use to come to this house and have a place to hide and rest in the basement. After the time of slaver the house was turned into a church. Walking through the church and the basement and hearing the history you could feel the spirit of the slaves running for their lives. You could feel the desire for freedom and underlining hope. It was kind of sad to be in the building but we did leave there feeling a little better because to know that this house was once a place of fear and was turned to a church, a place of freedom and joy.

  10. My cousins used to live on a bunch of land in Georgia. During one of our trips up there about 7 years ago, me and my cousins decided to go exploring. We went for a walk which turned into more of a long hike. Eventually we came across an old barn. It was run down and there weren’t any people around. We decided it was abandoned and decided to investigate. The closer we got to the entrance the more my cousin Abbey and I started to second guess our decision. The place looked spooky. The door creaked when we opened it and the inside was dark and musty. It was almost completely empty inside with only piles of dirt and some empty stables remaining. I tried to imagine what the place looked like back when it was a real barn. Without animals and life, the place was like a haunted house. After a few minutes in there me and Abbey had seen enough. My oldest cousin, being such a boy, requested that we come back at night when it was darker and spookier. Just the thought of that had Abbey and I in tears, we ran all the way home and never visited that barn again.

  11. Abandoned places. They are strangely comforting to me. The emptiness makes me think of potential. What was and what a place can be again. With society on the fast track with electronics and constant interaction, I feel at peace in empty and abandoned places. The way society speaks to one another is immediate and without thought. Going to these places allows me to actually think for myself in an intelligent and uninfluenced manor. I am able to think more clearly about myself and my wants. It keeps me focused on my purpose for being here.
    Living on a college campus, there aren’t exactly “abandoned” places to go to. You now have to be more creative with the term if you want to get some peace and quiet. Campus is nearly empty on weekends and nights. This is where I get my fix for peace and quiet. I go on walks at night when campus calms down or on Saturdays when there is a game going on. With such a huge campus, the abandoned feeling is extremely refreshing when I can get it. I enjoy being alone and abandoned places give me the comfort I need to continue thinking clearly.

  12. When I was in Morehead City, North Carolina, where my whole entire family is from, I came across an abandoned home that I had always seen growing up every time I went to visit. When I was little, we would pass it in the car, and I would just stare at it, wondering what was inside. It was so old, yet so pretty with it’s brick. I was always tempted to walk over to it and go inside, because honestly that’s all I wanted to do. See the inside of this mysterious house. As I got older, my interest in it faded, because I started to care less about it. Recently though, when I was in North Carolina for the summer, I saw it again and decided it was time to check it out, or at least attempt to. I walked up to it, and tried to go inside. Of course the door was locked, so I had to peek in the windows. It was completely empty. What a bummer that was. All these years I had been so curious as to what was inside. Once I finally got there, it was empty. Maybe that was the beauty of it. The beauty of not knowing is extremely powerful. I still look at today every time I’m in NC, and still love it the way I used to. Abandoned places are so cool to me because of how mysterious they are. I will never know what went on in this house, or anything more about it besides the beauty of the brick and the unknown that lies inside.


  13. The house in the photo is a spitting image of one of the local abandoned houses in richer part my old neighborhood. Rumor was that a drug deal had gone for the worse and a double homicide had happened resulting in a huge crime scene being set up in a typically calm area of the suburbs. Months after the event people said the house was haunted by the ghosts of those murdered on its grounds. Not believing in superstition my friends and I decided to test the myth and visit the boarded up house armed with flashlights and a video camera. As we scoped out the outside looking for an entrance we noticed animal bones scattered throughout the patio, overgrown shrubs, and a large crucifix that was turned upside down; the expected ambience just motivated us more. Just as all hope of entry seemed lost my friend and I notice a small crack in a window of the garage door just large enough for a skinny long forearm to slip through and reach the lever unlocking the door. We were in. no more than thirty seconds after we had gotten into the house a loud noise of something hitting the floor had echoed from deep within the house. We gave each other a look of fear but no one wanted to be the first to back out, instead we grabbed anything that seemed weapon worthy and ventured further into the darkness. As we walked through we noticed graffiti, cans of food, and eventually the blood stained wall and carpet where the horrific murder had occurred. Sure enough when all of us began to feel a sense of relief that the worst was over, a steady thumping sound had come from the attic… footsteps. Someone besides us was there! We remained silent until they stopped just above us, little did we know there was a ladder connecting to the attic in between us and our only exit. Within seconds our instincts kicked in and we all dashed past the stairs, jumped down to the garage, and slid out of the house shutting it behind us. We never found out where the footsteps came from but none of us ever went back into the house again.

  14. Over the summer when I was taking a tour of Florida State I stumbled upon Doak Campbell Stadium. Doak Campbell stadium is located in the southwest corner of Florida State University in Tallahassee Florida. When I went inside it made me feel bad because people only use it about seven times per year. However on those seven days it is one of the most fun places to be in the state. On gamedays there are up to 85,000 people in the stadium which is twice the amount of students at FSU. People can add such energy to a building. Doak sits and appears to be neglected for 358 days per year but is still among the most recognizable and famous structures in the state. Especially in Doak’s case, Florida State fans make in the stadium energized and very difficult for other football teams to preform there.

  15. I can honestly say I have entered more abandoned buildings in my lifetime than your average nineteen year old. I’ve always sort of been an adventurer and I’ve certainly never been one to back down from a challenge. I was about fifteen and walking along the streets of Towson, Maryland, accompanied by my best friends Jack and Sean. We walked past this old and abandoned gas station on the side of Green Spring Valley rd. We had been in search for a gas station in hopes to purchase a pack of black and mild cigars. However, because we were all under eighteen by at least three years, we would have to be smart about it. They dared me to enter the abandoned gas station to see if there were any cigars still inside. The front door was locked, so I proceeded to the back where I attempted to slide open a window. It wouldn’t seem to budge so I whipped it off to see inside. I couldn’t see much except a front counter and a fire extinguisher, but it seemed as though nobody had set foot in that joint for at least ten years. How was it still standing? Anyways, I continued to look for tobacco through the window because we were fifteen year old fiends and would do just about anything to get our hands on it. I kept trying to budge the window, but there was no way we were getting in. All of a sudden, a large, white, extremely fat man walked up behind us and said “what the hell are you doing?” I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything. He explained that he could see us from the road and pulled over to investigate. We told him that we were fine and to stop being a super-civilian and to just go home. He then told us he was an off-duty police officer and that we were the ones who needed to go home. We were then escorted back to my house in the back of a police car. Man, was this an experience. We never wound up getting the cigars though, so instead, we settled for a night of our parents hollering at us for attempting to break and enter an abandoned gas station. It’s a good thing I wasn’t able to actually get into the gas station, or I may not be where I am today.

    Louie Copley

    P.s.- This is totally a story and nothing even close to it has ever happened in my life. I always back down from challenges and my biggest adventures in life are spent on an xbox.

    • I don’t know why this was posted instead of this…

      Every fall my family and I go apple picking in the mountains in Charlottesville, Virginia. On the mountain is an old abandoned house. The house has vines and a lot of vegetation growing out of it. The little kids are scared to go near it as was I when I first saw it when I was six years old. It is the first image I have of a haunted house and what it would look like. The windows are all broken or boarded up, the doors are nailed shut, and there are different kinds of graffiti on the sides of the house. I always wondered what they were hiding in the house since the doors were nailed shut and the windows boarded up. A few years later when I wasn’t scared of the house anymore, some friends and I looked through the cracks of the old wood to look in. There was literally nothing in it. It was just an empty room. There were no stairs to the second floor if there was one. There looks like there was a second story from the outside but there isn’t on the inside. Now the house is sort of a symbol of apple picking for me because I would always see it every year. This was the first year I haven’t been apple picking with my family so I never got to see the abandoned house that I came to see as a small part of my life.

  16. When I went to Italy over the summer I visited an older part of Rivisondoli than had been abandoned for about 100 years. It was pretty peaceful when I visited it and we were touring the village that my dad’s grandparents grew up. In some places it was creepy because of the way the light and shadows interacted with the environment and it was a cloudy day when we visited. The abandon church we saw was very sad because of the state of disrepair it was in and then it was an abandoned church out of all things! People add a certain amount of necessary chaos that makes places nice to visit and live, but when they are gone the places become different. Without people the place loses a certain human quality that makes something pleasant and desirable. I guess it is the lack of humans in a place that makes it creepy or scary. Some places just play tricks on your mind when you are alone there just because there is a lack of people there either living or visiting the place.
    Palmer Harper

  17. Usually when people think of abandoned places they think of eerie buildings that are haunted by ghosts or other things. But in Miami, the marine stadium, which used to be the old Miami Seaquarium is empty as can be but one of the most amazing places I’ve been too. The walls are covered in different artists graffiti and the sight is bright and just gives a really cool feeling to it. The seats are still intact for the most part and the view is the bay. You can sit there for hours and hours and not be bothered by anyone, and just stare out into the water. Towards the left side you can see the Miami skyline of downtown. The bay it looks across is part of Biscayne Bay but it was put in a spot that makes the bay a lagoon. In this area, sometimes dolphins come and swim and you can see them jump and play because there are no boats going at high speeds in there. During a sunset at marine stadium, it is a wonderful sight to see and pretty much describes how Miami is. However at night in the dark does get a little scary like any other abandoned place would be.

  18. Andrew Miller

    I remember three of my friends and I were walking down an unknown path we had decided to hike for a reason that I cannot recall. It was freshman year of high school and I was partaking in all kinds of crazy and adventurous activities, so it would be safe to blame it on youthful ignorance. We continued down the path dodging frequent branches and spider webs of all sorts, but it soon became clear enough to where we weren’t practically crouching as we walked. Many cuts, numerous bites from every insect on the planet, and a half a mile of trailblazing landed us in sight of an abandoned house. The “house”, if you’d even call it that, was the definition of run-down with a gaping hole in the roof and shattered windows. We approached closer and it looked like something straight out of a horror movie. One of my craziest friends Alex, not surprisingly, suggested we should see if it’s unlocked. Reluctantly, I followed him with my friends Danny and Brent behind me. We walked up to the door and Alex grabbed the door knob. To our surprise, it was open. As we walked in we saw how truly decrepit the place we stood was. It smelled, there was no furniture, the paint on the walls peeled, and although nobody wanted to admit it, it was just plain creepy. Alex, just as he led us in, walked out and we followed behind him. I was ready to run at this point, and the looks on the faces of my friends told me they were thinking the same. We all had pretty good senses of direction , so we were able to retrace our steps and find the exit of the path, which led into a familiar grass field not far from my house. Exhausted and exhilarated, we returned to my house in what felt like the conclusion to an epic journey. Retrospectively, my friends and I have agreed that we don’t regret the decision to go on that adventure–or to return from it.

  19. I actually have been inside of an abandoned house. My friends and I were having an adventure night and I dared them all to join me on a journey into the dark abandoned house at the end of the street. The house was fragile and worn down, the windows were shattered and the pain on the house was chipping away. At the front of the house the grass was so high that the driveway appeared to be a forest, and the weeds crept up and curled around the stairs of the patio. As we walked up to the door everything seemed so much scarier then it needed to be. Once inside of the house there was dust and debris scattered across the floor, holes in the wall, and graffiti everywhere. The fact that it was practically condemned and abandoned made the atmosphere sad and frightening. A house without a family and without memories and style across the rooms is not a home. Its empty and lifeless, this house lost a loving family and withered away in time without a soul to care/ refurnish it. I feel like that’s the scary aspect about abandoned places, no one liked to be left unattended, we ourselves will, like the house, wither away in time.

  20. When I was younger my Dad helped coached this local college baseball team. The team was awful so as a 7 year old I liked to run around throwing the baseball in the open field. I remember specificazlly one day I was throwing the baseball in the open field next to the baseball game where I threw the ball relatively far. The ball had went under this big and brown wooden fence so I climbed over the fence to retrieve the ball. Once I climbed over the fence I saw a small and beat up looking house. The front door was wide open do me and my buddy decided to enter the house. Lokking back on it, it probably wasn’t my brightest idea but at this age I really didn’t care. Thankfully no one was in the house because it was secluded from the baseball field. Once I entered the old, abadoend house I began to see hundreds of dead and alive bugs everywhere. It was one of the nastiest sites I had ever seen. Also there was holes in the walls and fungus in the carpet. You could automatically tell it was left behind and no one had lived here for quite some time. When a person lives in a house it is way more cleaner. There is never bugs investing the place and usually never holes or fungus in the house. When a person lives in a house it is taken care of.

    • When I was younger my Dad helped coached this local college baseball team. The team was awful so as a 7 year old I liked to run around throwing the baseball in the open field. I remember specifically one day I was throwing the baseball in the open field next to the baseball game where I threw the ball relatively far. The ball had gone under this big and brown wooden fence so I climbed over the fence to retrieve the ball. Once I climbed over the fence I saw a small and beat up looking house. The front door was wide open do me and my buddy decided to enter the house. Looking back on it, it probably wasn’t my brightest idea but at this age I really didn’t care. Thankfully no one was in the house because it was secluded from the baseball field. Once I entered the old, abandoned house I began to see hundreds of dead and alive bugs everywhere. It was one of the nastiest sites I had ever seen. Also there was holes in the walls and fungus in the carpet. You could automatically tell it was left behind and no one had lived here for quite some time. When a person lives in a house it is way cleaner. There is never bugs’ investing the place and usually never holes or fungus in the house. When a person lives in a house it is taken care of.

  21. Never have I ever been to an abandoned place before and I really don’t want to go. There is no appeal to “come see an abandoned building!” There is a reason people left it and I don’t want to know why. People add charm to a place. They add furniture, art, other human beings and plethora of other things. They add life to a blank area of space. People help to splash color on the canvas. I have no desire in seeing a place that has no life. Also, when abandoned places are visited, they are usually because a ghost once lived there or some scary and bizarre incidences like that. I can’t handle scary occurrences. I’m a woos- I can’t deal.
    If you or anyone you know wants to visit a deserted place, go for it! More power to you! I just don’t see the point in visiting a place someone left and has never returned to. I know you hate this, but, Dictionary.com gave the synonyms “discarded” and “rejected” when I typed in abandoned. Those are two adjectives I never want to be associated with. So, in summary, no abandoned houses/places for me. Ever.

  22. The first thing that comes to mind when hearing “abandoned place” is the house across the street from me. My neighbors who I was once friends with lived in this house only a few hundred yards away from where I lived my entire life. They moved away to New York for some unknown reasons and the house never went up for sale. As the years went on, the house aged quickly and started to fall apart from the inside out. The pool turned to a blackish-green color, one you couldn’t see the bottom and hoped you wouldn’t see what was actually in that pool. My friends and I explored the place a few years ago, casually walking in through the front door which was surprisingly unlocked. The floors creaked, rat poop covered the kitchen counter and the upstairs floor felt as though our feet were going to fall through to the first floor. It was probably the creepiest house I have ever been inside and I realized how many homeless people could have been living here in the time they deserted the place. As of today I would not suggest that anyone should ever go inside that house even if slightly curious. It’s locked up now and will be torn down the day my dreams come true, which is probably never because the house has been in the dumps for a while. It has claimed the name “The Abandoned House” on my street and everyone is forbidden to go inside.
    Lauren Anthony

  23. Looking at all of those abandoned places made me realize how empty a place can be without human interaction. It reminded me of a time a bunch of my buddies and I went to a local abandoned house that was supposedly haunted. We pull up to this old giant house surrounded by a black watered moat and right away the vibe changed. One can tell that no body had lived their for at least a couple decades and you could feel the rawness of mother nature taking over. Inside the place was trashed with rat droppings, shattered glass, and what looked like a fire pit. We took a bunch of cool photos and left the house as fast as we could. Its strange how places feel sad when nobody is their to take care of them. The presence of people not only keeps places cleaner but gives the room life and energy.

  24. Looking at all of those abandoned places made me realize how empty a place can be without human interaction. It reminded me of a time a bunch of my buddies and I went to a local abandoned house that was supposedly haunted. We pull up to this old giant house surrounded by a black watered moat and right away the vibe changed. One can tell that no body had lived their for at least a couple decades and you could feel the rawness of mother nature taking over. Inside the place was trashed with rat droppings, shattered glass, and what looked like a fire pit. We took a bunch of cool photos and left the house as fast as we could. Its strange how places feel sad when nobody is their to take care of them. The presence of people not only keeps places cleaner but gives the room life and energy.

    Zachary Anders

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