My friend James and I went hunting for abandoned houses this afternoon. Here’s a wicked one.
If you’ve ever stepped onto abandoned property, you’d know that you get this uneasy feeling. Fear is probably the best way to describe it but it’s interesting to note the difference in what drives that fear in you. For James, it was the legal side of things and the way we’ve broken the law by trespassing onto property that clearly says ‘No Trespassing’ and may therefore get caught and charged. Or worse yet, get caught by some Texas Chainsaw Massacre guy and harmed along the way. I on the other hand, don’t even think twice about things of that nature, which in hindsight are quite realistic fears. I am instead rather scared of supernatural happenings like a ghostly shadow behind the trees, the sound of a weeping child, or a zombie (much like the ones from The Walking Dead) limping out of the barn house.
