There was a derelict house where I lived as a kid. Of course we were forbidden to go there*, which only made it more interesting and we wanted to solve they mysteries, especially about the paper scraps. Now, our parents weren’t completely wrong in forbidding us to go there as there was an unsecured swimming pool filled by rainwater and whatever, which, basically, was also the very mundane solution of they mystery: The guy had spent a lot of money he didn’t have (only superrich people had swimming pools back then) and went bankrupt before the house was completely finished.
What I wanted to say: thank you for bringing these memories back to my mind.
Ice Swimmersays
1991 calendar and a Russian-language newspaper. When Soviet Union fell, people left.
rqsays
Ice Swimmer
It’s a 100 m from the town, on the road between the town and cemetery, and town and old mill. There’s people still there. The house is completely abandoned, though (except for a few drinking parties) -- maybe it’s the local haunted horror house, who knows.
cherbearsays
I like abandoned houses too. I’m not brave enough to go in one, not because of ghosts or that sort of nonsense. I’m not lightweight so I’d be afraid of breaking into a basemen via the floor. Plus mould and racoons and what not.
cherbearsays
Sorry, basement.
rqsays
cherbear
Basements as such aren’t particularly common here (or at least weren’t), so the first floor is usually fair game (caveats apply, of course). The panorama shot is a view from the stairs to the second floor -- the stairs were concrete, so safe, but the second floor? All wood, so I stayed on the steps.
No raccoons, here. More likely to meet the local hermit brewing his own alcohol.
rq says
Those papers are all from the late 80s, early 90s, a turbulent point in history, which gives you an idea about how long it’s been lying fallow.
Charly says
I have always found derelict houses to be depressing and sad.
Giliell, professional cynic -Ilk- says
There was a derelict house where I lived as a kid. Of course we were forbidden to go there*, which only made it more interesting and we wanted to solve they mysteries, especially about the paper scraps. Now, our parents weren’t completely wrong in forbidding us to go there as there was an unsecured swimming pool filled by rainwater and whatever, which, basically, was also the very mundane solution of they mystery: The guy had spent a lot of money he didn’t have (only superrich people had swimming pools back then) and went bankrupt before the house was completely finished.
Giliell, professional cynic -Ilk- says
What I wanted to say: thank you for bringing these memories back to my mind.
Ice Swimmer says
1991 calendar and a Russian-language newspaper. When Soviet Union fell, people left.
rq says
Ice Swimmer
It’s a 100 m from the town, on the road between the town and cemetery, and town and old mill. There’s people still there. The house is completely abandoned, though (except for a few drinking parties) -- maybe it’s the local haunted horror house, who knows.
cherbear says
I like abandoned houses too. I’m not brave enough to go in one, not because of ghosts or that sort of nonsense. I’m not lightweight so I’d be afraid of breaking into a basemen via the floor. Plus mould and racoons and what not.
cherbear says
Sorry, basement.
rq says
cherbear
Basements as such aren’t particularly common here (or at least weren’t), so the first floor is usually fair game (caveats apply, of course). The panorama shot is a view from the stairs to the second floor -- the stairs were concrete, so safe, but the second floor? All wood, so I stayed on the steps.
No raccoons, here. More likely to meet the local hermit brewing his own alcohol.