as you may note from the above population, people still live in the town. why? because apparently they have no sense of self-preservation or are possibly immune to creepiness.
shacks! actual shacks!
chelsey noticed that there was police tape wrapped around the tree to the right. clearly this is where the scary hillbilly who chases teenagers with a chainsaw is kept by his scary hillbilly family while they're out having some sort of banjo-related vacation.
please note that the cemetery plots are edged in white cement and, for some unknown reason, filled in with red lava rocks. nothing says "rest in peace" like a gnome riding a frog on some hell rocks.
there were several large patches of these-- areas with graves marked only with little metal plaques. with the names worn off of them.
seriously, these were probably the eeriest part of the cemetery. and i'm not saying that lightly.
there was a row of these hoofprints leading all the way up the middle of the muddy road. chels says deer footprints and they look like hearts. i say devil footprints. you make the call.
say hi to bella the ghost dog! she came to hang out with us while we were having a picnic. she very much enjoyed my cornflake chicken. her other favorite thing was standing in the middle of the road, which is... clever.
now let's look at bustling main street, shall we?
door to nowhere up there.
the america first credit union was open, and so was a little boutique. that was all.
i am obsessed with this building. that is not the reflection of the sky you see in those upper windows there. that is sky. the entire roof collapsed, so it's just a store front with a locked door. there are even trees growing inside.
hooray for field trips! there are some more places i want to check up next. mwahahahahaaa.
Heebidy jeebidy!
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