Now I usually don’t work myself up over situations I put myself in… this being one of them, but my god, I was convinced this was the end for me.

Last night, my husband and I were taking a drive around the neighborhood to see what kind of trouble we could get ourselves into, and on our way home, we made a list. Coming down the block closer to our street, he slaps my leg and begins to point out of my passenger window excitedly at what seemed to be grass… and a whole lot of it. Confused, he starts telling me about how if I look past the bushes, theres actually a house buried in there, not aware of it being abandoned or just…. gross.

Today we went to check it out and, I have never left a building shaking as bad as I did.


After parking halfway down the street, only to not draw unwanted attention to ourselves, we make our way to the back side of this house. Upon arrival, abandonment becomes more prevalent. Caution tape lines the lower porch, and the windows all shattered, no way someone could live here.

The backyard stands wildly overgrown, and the forgotten shed is still open, who would have known… an abandoned truck. We jokingly make remarks about finding a get-a-way car had we decided to partake in some crime (ironic.)


Wondering which way would be the best entrance, we blindly grabbed the door handle and to our surprise.. unlocked. The moment we walk in, a dark eerie feeling falls onto your shoulders and just sits there the entire time.

Two steps in and here we are, standing among a pile of old school pornography. Weird.


So I look to my right, and theres a bathroom, simple enough. Past the bathroom on the right appeared to be another room or some sort of living section. Here’s where things start to get scary.


Have you ever seen an abandoned house equipped with A MADE BED? Unless there had been some sort of natural devastation, this is something you would RARELY find. Could it be that someone could possibly be living here? Perhaps a group of people? Could that be why all of the porn is in one section of the house? Or maybe why theres beer cans littered all over the basement floor?


Normally the idea of a squatter is not that terrible.

I have met people in buildings that think you’re crazy for being somewhere abandoned. I have met squatters in buildings that want to show you cool things to take pictures of. I have met some of the most harmless and gentle people inside abandoned buildings… but something about this house made me think that this was NOT the case.


Maybe it was the fact that I am from the North, where no one cares about what you’re doing, or even if you’re in a dangerous situation. They just do not care. I am now living in the south where every home owns a gun, and people do not like you on their land or the idea of you doing something stupid and dangerous.

Or maybe it was the fact that this house was almost pitch black in the basement, and still had functioning beds? The first thing that occurred to me was “wow, this very well may be a rape dungeon if I have ever seen one.”


In what circumstance could you imagine that there would be clothes hanging up neatly… not dusty or dirty at all? Especially in a basement like this…. in an abandoned house at that.


We had our fun in the basement. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I was looking up to the staircase, a light beaming into this crusty dungeon. What could be on the other side of this door? Could there be someone upstairs waiting for us? My heart sunk a little.


Would you look at that! The door swung open and no one was there, it was safe. I get up the stairs and to my left is a kitchen.


The porch hangs off to the right, covered with a bunch of just… stuff.


The windows have previously been busted, allowing easy access for any and everything that can make nests.


Heres a real head scratcher.. why was there a TV in a box in the kitchen?
It fit so perfectly and snug. Why a TV though? Was this a failed attempt to move?


The kitchen cabinets are gone, but the counter is littered with beer cans, family photos, and a half empty bottle of pepsi. Had it ever been opened? Did someone drink it? Had it evaporated? These are things that will forever rack my brain.


Now previously when I had mentioned going up the stairs, turning left led me to the kitchen, this time we had taken a right.

We are now in the living room.

Straight behind where I was standing to take this photo was what appeared to be another living room. Two living rooms? Was one a TV room and one a living room? Or was one maybe a dining room and the other a living room? Ah, who knows. The house had such an old feel to it that it quite possibly could have been anything.


The room is cluttered with hangers, nick nacks, glass and blankets. It is now more than apparent that this is squatters territory.


One of the many things that freaked me out about this place was the fact that there was a blanket laid out, with a doll laying face down. Why? Who has been here?

What is the story?


In the next room over… the room that I could not identify. Like I said, was this a TV room? Or was this a living room? I’m just not entirely sure.

These old style TV’s will forever give me the creeps. It’s like, when you were younger and you would watch Courage The Cowardly Dog, this is what it felt like to be courage. Everything around me at this moment is older than my husband and I combined, although we are brave, we turned into huge babies in this house.


Now, we had not seen the front of this house due to it being so overgrown, but we found the front door and it was boarded up. Surprise surprise. My goal was to make it to the porch, but I was not going to walk through the jungle, and I was not going to break anything to get there. Oh well.


The next room led us to two bedrooms (which I have no photos of) and a bathroom.

The story is about to liven up, and I’m hoping you get the chills with me.


We walk on into the bathroom, and from this point to the corner of the furthest bedroom is just absolutely trashed. Junk is piled a foot high, and walking becomes impossible. We’re looking around and find a bunch of autographed pictures of Baywatch actresses, signed wrestling photos and a box of old Atari games.

And just in that moment, I peak my head up and look at my husband and ask..

“Did you hear that?”

It sounded like there was a car next to the house.. This house is on a corner street, however, so I was hoping that was enough justification. At this point, I’m nervous that someone is either around the house, in the house with us, or going to be heading up the stairs.


I saved this photo for last for a reason.

The previous photo of the eerie curtains was taken in this room.

As we are getting ready to leave, I walk back to the living room and notice my husband isn’t behind me.. okay.. he’s a little adventurous. I walk back to this room and he says to me..

“Babe look!!!” as he pulls out some weird dungeons and dragons booklet.

In this moment he makes his way to the closet pictured above and he jumps back. This loud rolling noise echoes through these walls and sounds like there was someone hidden in the back of this closet. He and I both stop in our tracks and look at one another..

“What was that..”
“I don’t know.. Is someone in this house?”
“Is…. someone in the closet?”
“I have no idea.. lets go.”

As we’re heading out, the noise gets louder and my heart sinks to my lower intestines. The only way out now is to go back into the creepy basement. Who knows if someone is waiting downstairs for us now… who knows what was in that closet.

We make our way outside again, and all is well once more. Circling the house, a man on a golf cart pulls up and asks us what we were doing, after a 20 minute conversation it is really time to go. As we are walking back to the car, we had to pass two sides of this creepy house, and it sounded like there was something in the bushes, following us along the property line. About 20 feet away from the house, I turn and can’t shake the feeling that there is something watching us. I hear branches crack and leaves getting kicked around. Maybe I’m just paranoid.

It is safe to say I have no business returning to that house.