Roadhouse Blues

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 its rotting doorstep.

The modest 6 room wooden structure has succumbed to its slow death, refusing to make a sound, allowing mother nature to reclaim it at her own rate.

This house tells an ambiguous story. Its age is evident, most likely preceding most of the development around it, and now a symbol of how good times come and go, and how anything can be broken. Inside are various keepsakes littering the dirty floors in knee-high mounds, most indistinguishable as the years and the weather mold everything together in soiled masses of soggy decay. Vines and trees snake their way into the kitchen and furniture sinks its way into the rotting wooden floors.

Local lore tells that a local boy made good, who today owns an area sports team and a huge local transportation company, grew up here, and the reason of the house’s disintegration is because he couldn’t bare the thought of his childhood home being torn down, and would rather have it in a state of decay than the alternative of it not standing on the increasingly busy route it’s fading on.

To some, a small farmhouse might be a boring place to explore, opting for the dreamier abandoned asylums or hotels of neighboring states. But it seems every town has a forsaken property of some caliber. And its here in these forgotten and neglected spaces that incubate some of life’s most poignant stories, falling on those with open ears and minds.

Only time will tell what will become of this place, as years go by and the woods grow thicker.

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8 Comments on “Roadhouse Blues

  1. Makes you wonder why they left so much stuff behind. Doesn’t look like it was such a bad house back when.

  2. If my memory serves me (many times it doesn’t) the TV and the Ataii game dates it back to the late sixsties or early seventies. It’s amazing how lack of use and time takes it’s toll.There was a family for sure in this house and it’s sad to think of why they left so much behind. Another great story.

  3. What lies behind a life or lives? Hard to perceive even if it’s right before our eyes. The passage of time changes awareness and the memories themselves decay and drift away in somber heaps of brown and gray, unrecognizable. Once they were clear and bright, and people stopped by for a visit.

  4. I always wanted to check the little red house out, I have driven by it for years and watched it’s slow demise. Thanks for the tour.

  5. You made this house almost into a specific character. It was as if it was a forgotten child. The eerie way the tree branches pointed to it from the outside, and the little “I love you” bear, articles of clothing still left inside, the old wallpaper, and the little rooms….it looked like it was very charming at one time, and held a nice family warm. You did a nice job with this Chad!

  6. A friend told me on Facebook that Ray Pecor (lake Montster owner) grow up in that house and still owns it. Haven’t followed up on that claim however.

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