Aug 12, 2013

Up To No Good: Abandoned House Edition...The Ice House 1

This house was a loner off the highway, just outside of London. It sat back in a field, left to decay, like all abandoned houses do. I call this one the 'Ice House', because although it was a bit of a chilly day that day (around 13C), the inside of this house was at least 10 degrees cooler...almost cool enough to see your breath. It was strange...I had never experienced a drop in temperature like that in an abandoned house.


I had to break this one up into three separate posts, just because there are so many pictures. There were so many things to see in this one. I apologize in advance!



The trek is such an exciting part. You never know what you are going to find once you get there.





Scattered remains of what was left in the garage.


Along with a wooden, vibrantly painted car decal. I wonder if the people who used to live here really loved their cars?


Exposed to the elements.


It really was so strange how cold it was in this house. Almost eerily cold. I kept commenting on it to Krista and she suggested it was because the house was so damp. I am not so sure.


Kitchen ceiling. Don't worry you worriers (mom, Jessi!), it wasn't the entire upstairs floor coming down, but rather the sub-ceiling (is that even a thing?). It was like this all over the house.


Garbage and dirt on the kitchen counters. There were still dishes in the cupboards.




We have seen this in almost every abandoned house that still has a ceiling fan intact...it starts to droop in on itself, like a wilting flower. Either from the heat of summer, or the pressure of the ceiling coming down around it.



Sun room, complete with nature, doing it's thing and starting to take over. 




There was a whole desk set up in here, as if the people had just left yesterday. Minus the years of dirt and dust!



Toaster in the vent.


The more we walked through this house, the more I got the heebie jeebies. And I am normally pretty rational and cool on our expeditions. But there was something about this house. Especially when I opened up the door down to the basement...I refused to go down there fully; just a feeling. But I am glad I didn't!

Stay tuned for part 2!


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