Spooky Deserted Farmhouse

Biking Eastern Canada
July 4, `77After a couple hours more biking, I saw what looked to be an
abandoned farmhouse setting back in a field. I felt the risk was
minimum, so I got off my bike and hiked up to the house. Standing on
the rickety front porch, I could see a room full of newspapers. Upon
entering the half opened door, I found the papers stacked a couple
feet high. They gave off an unpleasant odor, but the clouds had
darkened, so I figured I could live with the smell. After going back
for my bike, I made myself at home. I was feeling pretty good when,
through the broken windowpane, I saw a car pull up and three people
get out. They didn’t look like owners. They were young. I figured what
the hell, getting kicked out of this place wasn’t the worst thing that
could happen. The girl entered first, and upon seeing me sitting on a
stack of newspapers, screamed. The situation was pretty awkward. I
couldn’t speak French and they couldn’t speak English. As it turned
out, I figured out that they were making a movie and were looking for
a place to film. They were making a Dracula movie. In broken English
the girl said, “A good place to film, no!” I replied, “Yes,” but what
I was really thinking was “Go away before you blow my cover!” After
they finally did leave, I waited to see if the farmer down the road
was going to show up, but after thirty minutes, I began to feel more
secure.Actually, in another way, I began to feel less secure. The place
really was spooky. It was definitely suited for a Dracula movie; it
had multiple rooms and an eerie over all atmosphere. There were old
bottles and other oddities strewn about the place. It took me 15
minutes just to make room for my bike and sleeping bag. Also there
were noises. Most of the squeaks and creeks came from the next room.
When I went in to look for a cause, I found only a room with a metal
bed frame in it. I have to admit, the place made me uncomfortable, but
that wasn’t the worst of it. Bugs, the kind you couldn’t see, were
biting me. I would have left, but outside the rain had finally started
to come down. Instead, I climbed in my sleeping bag, and covered my head.


About bwinwnbwi

About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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3 Responses to Spooky Deserted Farmhouse

  1. frizztext says:

    I like the third photo most … – yes, I could throw to trash many things too …

  2. eof737 says:

    Hope you got the rest you needed… All that fog is exhausting. 🙂

  3. Mèo Lười Việt says:

    I know how is spooky? Actually I never dare to watch horror films…

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