I've visited enough dilapidated farmhouses in the last ten years that not much about them scares me anymore. Pigeons flying at my face, check. Angry raccoons growling and scurrying around upstairs, check. Dead deer in the living room, check. Wind rattling loose shingles and boards, check.
But something about this place was just, creepy. It had a vibe. I still refer to it as the Nightmare House.
Was it because it was a grey day? Was it the overall creepy, worn wood look of the house? Was it the way the bushes were grown up menacingly around it? Unsure.
Even the barn gave me serious creepy vibes. I usually peek inside to see if there's any cool old farm equipment left behind. Not this time. Noped out of there after taking a few quick shots.
I wasn't sad to leave this place. Maybe if I went back on a sunny day it might feel totally different.
-A
