This house from the nineties was a strange place. The back door was gone and the place was clearly abandoned, but it was a eerie feeling walking inside. First of all there were stuff everywhere – books, personal pictures, furniture, a driving license, a record player with records, board games, letters, newspapers and clothes. Second, the power was still on. I tried turning on a vacuum cleaner plugged into the wall socket. It worked, but it smelled terribly so I shut it of. Another peculiar thing with this place was that it was filled with thousands of empty beer cans. An old cigarettes. In a pile of old newspaper in the living room was a dead owl. The one hanging on the wall looked better even with its spider webs. This house had a weird vibe and I wondered what had happened here and why it was abandoned.
I was almost glad to get out in the fresh air and sun.