Have you ever been to a place during the day and thought, "I don't think I'd want to be here at night."
I was at such a place. During the day, I was alone. A beautiful day it was, yet I wouldn't get as close as I would have liked. Even with the blue sky, I could feel the emptiness around me. I could feel....something.
It doesn't look so bad, though, does it? Not on a pretty fall day.
I wanted to get inside. I mentioned it to my best friend, and she was enthusiastic about the idea. Despite being two hours away, she wanted to come with me and explore. It sounded like fun; something new and interesting. Something we've never done before.
So we went. On a day that just happened to be windy, wet and gloomy, we went. It was in the middle of the day, yet the grey skies and cold, wet weather brought a certain feel while we were there. At least, I like to think it was the weather that made us feel that way.
We ventured inside, as you can see. Though being inside out of the rain didn't rid of us of that feeling. That creepy, strange feeling that makes you wonder if you are where you're supposed to be. That makes you wonder about things.
It was cold in there, with the windows all broken out. The house has obviously been abandoned for quite some time. Graffiti on the walls, coffee cups and strangely, a mattress that should have looked much less....new. When compared to the mattress in the photo above, it just didn't fit.
Do you believe in ghosts? I do. I am fascinated by ghost stories, though I'd not want to see one. I grew up hearing my mom tell me stories of forerunners, and the idea of a warning that death was coming always frightened me, yet I'd always ask to hear them again. I search out ghost stories and find myself thinking of them later, when I'm alone at night and trying to sleep. It may seem silly, but I would be afraid to live in an older house for that reason.
We don't know about things that have been left behind, do we? We can't always be sure that things aren't exactly as they appear to be. We don't know if the noises we hear in the night are figments of our imagination, or perhaps they're just sounds of the house settling. That's what we tell ourselves. We convince ourselves that the slight movement we thought we saw out of the corner of our eye was not what we think it was. We don't want to think that maybe it was something that was left behind.
Sometimes, though, things are left behind.