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My so called urban exploring profile is relatively prolific, I’ve had the chance to explore many wonderful places and have had memorable experiences in the wake of them. But there is always that one place that stands out from the rest – and on a breezy August morning, I stood in front of what has to be the most unnerving house I have ever explored, and it was the question of why that really… Read More

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This rustic cabin can be found at the foot of a remote notch underneath Mount Mansfield’s iconic anatomical resemblance, on a steep and winding dirt road that follows a mountain brook along its rocky course down the rambling slopes of Underhill. Up there in the wooded plateaus, high above the settled Browns River Valley, was another world. The small cabin bore no graffiti and no evidence of human traffic treading inside, it’s rotting bones allowed… Read More

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This dated abandoned house was one of the most awkward explorations I’ve ever embarked on. The small property is located just outside the fringes of a slowly expanding village – where suburbia meets Vermont meadows and neglected rural roadways. Though the property is now surrounded by cloned condominiums with basketball hoops hanging over garages, the house itself is almost invisible,  hidden by its own property that has became a wild entanglement of thorns… Read More

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Trudging through deep snow, continuously stumbling into hidden holes, this dejected house looked even worse for wear as we neared its slumping frame. The front porch was probably a good indicator of what the inside was like, rotting, unstable, unsafe. This house had a few peculiarities that I found interesting. The garage was filled wall to wall with old traffic lights covered underneath snowdrifts. Inside, some windows were covered up by street signs… Read More

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This abandoned house is lost in between the lines of the blur of traffic and the pensive solitude of the woods it sits in. Only a stones throw away from the nightmare that is 5 corners, this house sits alone on the threshold of suburbia, licking its wounds in dense woods that serves as its sanctuary. Time seems to have been forgotten by the modern world here, whose motorists pass it frequently 10 feet beyond… Read More

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What was once a farmhouse is now a grave, the keepsakes inside laying there for years and don’t mean much now. The winter snow filled up my shoes as I made my way inside. The floors fared no better, fresh snowdrifts covered the mounds of garbage that absorbed my footsteps, the strong smell of kerosene assaulted my nose. The house was in shambles and absolutely filthy. Some of the walls were tagged with… Read More

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It seems this year it rains every time the summer sends her best. The weather hasn’t been ideal for adventuring, with rampart flooding and road washouts. So when a rare overcast afternoon came my way, I took advantage of it. Getting together with a good friend, we set off for West Bolton, a remote area located high in the slopes of the Green Mountains, only accessible by a labyrinth of back roads… Read More

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Half a century passed by, and by now, nothing remained of this modest house apart from its trembling wooden frame sheltering a few broken relics and years of blood and sweat that an able bodied worker gave underneath the glow of the mercury light bulbs. Dreams and desires which moved like the fog over the Worcester Mountains, eventually given up and missed away. The inside of the house is barren, its labored… Read More

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I’ll never forget my first impression of this abandoned farmhouse. I came across it underneath quiet summer skies as the evening was cooling off – and that was when my body tensed as I heard the almost deafening sound of thousands of flies consuming the walls and roof of the wooden farmhouse. It was ensnared by leafy foliage, which concealed most of it from my view – whatever existed inside the decaying interior that… Read More

The so called "Farm of The Faceless People" | picture: Weird U.S.

Years ago, I came across one of the more bizarre, if not macabre urban legends I have ever heard of, supposedly, almost rightfully, existing in the geographical area known as New England. Inside the amusing book Weird New England, I discovered the strange tale of the so called “Farm of The Faceless People” I’d like to acquaint you with this strange tale by providing you with the frighting visual that accompanies it. This brooding and sinister dilapidated Victorian… Read More

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