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There's always been this dark ominous presence on my friends street. It's been there ever since she moved into her most recent home. You could never see it from the street, only the woods that surrounded it and the long winding driveway covered with a thick blanket of pine straw; a sign that nobody's driven on it for awhile.
There's a house back there, completely abandoned, it's only company the surrounding flora. There use to be this old woman who lived there with I guess her son, but she went senile and moved to North Carolina. The son eventually went off the college and the house was forgotten.
Ever since 5th grade I've wanted to walk up to it, so in 8th I did. I never went it in, though. It was too frightening for my younger self. And besides, it was someone else's property and I was a goody goody.
I've become much more daring since then, and last week I did what my old self couldn't. I ventured in. But I was with two other people just incase there was a rapist or hobo hiding there.
We went in through the window on the main level, which led to a scary-a** bedroom. Mind you, we didn't stay in there long. We moved into the kitchen. It was an open floor plan, so from the kitchen we could see the living room, entry way, stairs, and part of the dining room. IT. WAS. BEAUTIFUL. Looked very mediterranean and there was so much sunlight it was incredible. But also very haunting, it was so quiet.
We moved into the dining room, the table looked set like someone was about to eat there or something. They were busy looking at the archways, while I found a letter from the son to the mother. That really hit me, this use to be a thriving house and now it's decaying in the back of the woods.
We went to the upstairs, looked into the bedrooms. We found the name of the son: Malcolm P. Smith. He went to college in 1998, liked COD, and liked foreign languages. We also found he left most of the clothes in his closet. The mom's room didn't have much in it but a painting, which again was very haunting.
The house was cold and dead. It looked almost as if it was frozen in time. A simple pot on the stove, old photographs of family, the letter, the set table... utterly fascinating but like I said just... haunting.