When I was in high school, my friends and I used to explore old abandoned houses.
Late at night.
I know it was dangerous and it was TRESPASSING, but when you grow up out in the Middle of NoWhere, there isn’t a lot to do.
We never took anything, we never broke any windows, we just liked to look around and scare each other. We admired the wallpaper or made fun of it. Sometimes there would be an old picture hanging on the wall. I remember one house even had a perfect attendance certificate glued to the wall.
If we were brave enough, we would venture upstairs and sometimes discover critters who were not happy to see us. If we heard a car approaching, we would turn off the flashlights and our hearts would pound. We were always expecting the sheriff or the landowner to appear and discover us. In the back of my mind was a picture of my mother with her hands on her hips glaring at me and then I would see the Wrath of Mom coming down upon me. Getting caught by my mom was scarier than getting caught by the sheriff.
I found this old brick house yesterday. It’s unusual because the area around the house is still well-kept. Everything is mowed and neat, not many weeds growing around it, just some junk behind the house.
Anyone ready for a late night exploration?