Abandoned Haunts

Shirt, Skirt, Belt: Goodwill
Samsonite Luggage: Flea Market
Necklace: Modcloth
Shoes: c/o Wanted Shoes

Corey and I revisited the abandoned building that I mentioned a few weeks ago. We've been waiting for a sunny day to align with some extra free time before bothering to go back. Last time we went, when we first discovered that the back door was unlocked, it was a dark and gloomy day. We already knew that pictures wouldn't turn out under those circumstances.

What I failed to mention the first time I wrote about the building is what it used to be. I expect that most of you will think I'm crazy once I tell you, but my response to that is a) Corey made me do it and b) my adventurous spirit got the best of me. You can barely even tell that it's an old funeral parlor from the outside. Other than the vintage sign that's hanging in the front yard that reads "Funeral Parlor", it's a pretty regular place. Once you get inside, there's no such evidence of that.  All you can really tell is that nature has been in charge of the decorating for a long time, with an occasional bum stopping through to borrow shelter. It's set in a white stucco building with a flat roof and three arches at the entrance. Vines are crawling up the right side, jumping into windows and clinging to the pews inside. Oh yeah, there were pews. I guess I lied about the "no evidence" thing. There were no caskets or bodies which was my greatest fear. 

Corey and I were there for about thirty minutes, taking pictures and freaking ourselves out every time the wind would sound an uncomfortable noise at the end of the hall. It was really a neat (and well lit) place. I took a few props to make things a little more interesting.

In other ghostly news, I think my new house is haunted.