As you first pull into the lot the house sits on, you can see where nature has fought hard to take back over the land where it originally roamed. Vines climb over and between the wood slats and trees loom above the roof.
The front porch has become a loading dock of sorts. There are stacks of lumber, several doors, and some windows and screens that were either part of the original house or that have been collected over the years to help with the restoration of the home. Time and weather have wreacked havoc on the house itself, tearing down siding and gutters, blowing out windows, and allowing more open spaces for grass and vines to pilfer through the house.
Once you head to the door you find a veritable smorgasbord of delightful objects. This is an old vat that is filled with nothing but green bottles of various shapes and sizes. Slowly Virginia Creeper has made it's way over the vat and around several of the bottles.
Along with these lovely bottles I found an odd mixture of strange and beautiful items inside the house.
|A creepy baby doll|
|A stack of mattress springs|
|A copy of The Stand by Steven King, which I thought appropriately fit the eeriness of the house.|
|The staircase leading to the upper floor.|
|The fireplace in the living room, even without the mantle it is beautiful.|
|Stacks of old mattresses that I'm sure have become homes for animals.|
|The bottom of the banister. I was very disappointed when I learned that this was purchased and not hand carved by my ancestors.|
All in all I enjoyed my opportunity to explore on Sunday. At one point some sort of animal ran across the roof while I was alone in a room, and I was almost convinced it was a velociraptor,* which lead to me not wandering around alone any longer.
*My dad says it was NOT a velociraptor, but I've seen Jurassic Park. I know what they sound like, and I know what happens to doubters.