forgotten

When this submission from Kaya arrived in our email, I knew instantly that we would have to share it with you. The spooky images and haunting writing have left me desperate to find an old house to investigate this summer. Leave her a comment, and check out her blog here.

There is a strange sad beauty in abandoned houses. The aged wood and sagging wallpaper paired with the smell of mould and memories leave you with a melancholy sort of feeling. The creaking of the boards as you tiptoe over the floor and that eerie illusion someone being behind you. Giant window filled time capsules, bursting with junk, treasures and stories just waiting to be discovered.

We pause respectfully at the door, paying homage to the symbol of respectability and accomplishment that it once was. Our voices levels stay low as we call back and forth about our various findings. Feet avoid rotten floorboards and dust coats our fingers. We toss stories and theories around. Who was this family? And why would they vanish, leaving so many possessions to sink their dusty grave? We wonder if the house, in its own way feels sad to be loved and then neglected. And if it could talk, what stories would it have to tell us?

We take only pictures.

We leave only footprints,

And never forget to pay the house our respects.

If your house could speak, what sort of stories would it tell?

Yours,

K