Driving along an old country lane I came across this cottage sitting by the side of the road. Usually most farm houses are a few 100metres from the road with a straight or windy driveway, but not this one, I couldn’t even see a driveway.
At first I drove past it hoping not to disturb the residents with my bright headlights and continue on my way looking out for an interesting nightscape, but as I glanced at it I noticed that all the windows were out, and parts of the tin roof were missing. I hit the brakes, pulled over and reversed to take a closer look.
An abandoned cottage, wow now that’s interesting! I got out of the car and grabbed my torch and beamed it through the windows and the missing front door. I could see an old fireplace in what looked like a decent sized living room, then some rooms to either side of it with a leading hallway. At that point I felt a chill, and not because my dashboard showed it was only 1 deg Celcius outside but because I noticed that the walls were covered in tags ie. graffiti, and the floors littered with broken beer bottles and other rubbish.
Now I spent most of my school days (regrettably) day-dreaming so I have a pretty vivid and crazy imagination and I’ve read most of Stephen Kings books. Needless to say I was a little bit spooked…
I grabbed my camera, set my tripod, focused the lens, took a few snaps, 30 seconds each mind you and then hopped in my car and left the old cottage behind me wondering who had lived there and why no one had bothered to repair or rebuild it.