Sorry grrls and boys, this is another place I have absolutely no history for. It sits far back in the woods, at the end of a very overgrown driveway, off a very lightly traveled back road in the boonies of a town near me. I was introduced to this house when I was fifteen. I am twenty-two now, and this place has decayed a decent amount since my first trip. I took pictures in each level, except the attic because I didn't feel comfortable climbing those steps. Not because they're very dangerous, but the energy in the attic is very dark. Many times, I have heard voices and whistling while investigating this place. I wish I knew more about it. I apologize for no decent outside shots. It is literally encased by forest.
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Two. View of basement stairs from second floor.
Three. Basement.
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Nine. On the roof outside the second floor.
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Thirteen. This room is on the second floor. It is the only room that the floor isn't covered with garbage. It's like someone just swept all of the debris out through this missing part of the wall to the outside.
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