Finding an abandoned home or building is mostly luck, mixed with knowing where to look and most importantly knowing what signs to look for. Many of the abandoned houses I’ve found looked abandoned. There are those that you just aren’t sure about though…take the crazy cat lady house for example. Like most urban explorers do, we’re always looking for the obvious signs
-no mailbox/mailbox stuffed with newspapers and phonebooks.
Driving home on a summer night I saw a property with a very faded sign with the painted name of the farm barely visible. Beyond that sign was a slightly overgrown lawn that showed some signs of maintenance. There were rows of pear trees and a car parked in the driveway. The house was set far back from the road almost totally out of sight.
I pulled in acting like I made a wrong turn, in-case someone was actually there. First thing I noticed was a chain across the front door and overgrown weeds on the long steps leading up. The inside French doors were open and part of the ceiling tiles had collapsed from water damage..but I still was a little unsure of whether this is abandoned or not.
I decided to take the chance, all signs pointed to abandonment!
I was right
After circling the entire house in the surrounding sun room I made my way inside the house, I was immediately overcome by the smell of cat…..cat pee, cat feces, cat litter…cat death.
Then, I realized it’s not only cat smells all around me, it’s also cat stuff….
The next thing that I could not avoid was the wallpaper…awful, awful wallpaper in every room…
Notice the ceiling…….
Upon further exploration of the house, the many rooms and the two floors, you get a strong sense of sadness and loneliness, it’s very hard in an abandonment like this one to not draw your own conclusions of what happened. There are so many personal items all over the house, not claimed by any family members….just left
Two of the most heart breaking things that I found in this house were a cane, resting against the couch….as though that’s where it was left when the owner passed away, alone in the living room…
The other, was a card written to a father by his daughter who has moved away to Germany, she talks about keeping up his daily walks and to not smoke so much…
There are countless other items throughout the home…
Like this jewelry box, the ballerina still spun when I opened it and the song played one whole time, and then it stopped.
These drawings, done by one of the owners. There were dozens of pages of these sketches.
I found a few photos that I had carefully placed in the same spot as where the photo was taken…
And finally, as if there wasn’t enough sadness in this house, and proof that the owner had died in the house, I found this – their last cat..I wonder how long it wandered the home afraid before she tucked herself underneath the chair and let herself die….
After my first visit I had invited a few trusted explorers to see the place, and not long after that the scrappers made their way there. The copper pipes had been pulled from the walls, the brass light fixtures gone, the kitchen and living room looted.
I have been two times since and this place has become a popular spot among local urban explorers, regardless of the looting, scrapping and the fact that nothing is as it was what I found it, it still attracts visitors and every shot I see from another explorer is another reminder of how sad it felt on that first visit.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.