Recently, I traveled to eastern Indiana for non-exploring purposes but on the way home, I stopped at a couple spots I ran across along the way. The first was an old schoolhouse that looked interesting from the exterior but ended up just being storage for farm equipment. Further on down the road, I noticed the roof of a house through thick vegetation. Not sure what to expect, I walked through the high grass, bushes, and standing water from two days of rain. As we all know, abandoned houses can be hit-or-miss. This one was a hit. Stepping inside was like stepping back to the 80s. Although the house was quite a mess, everything was still there in some form or another. Throughout the house were many clues that allowed me to piece together who had lived there (a family with older and younger children and a dog). The only mystery is why they left.
1. The schoolhouse. The exterior was more exciting than the inside.
2. This is all that was visible of the house from the road.
3. It appears the house was last occupied in April 1995. It's hard to tell because the uploader messed with the picture but that folded over paper is a child's class schedule.
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5. Items on the kitchen counter. A bird lives in this room.
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14. I don't know what this is but it's creepy.
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19. The "clicker" as my grandpa called it when he saw the pictures.
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26. Wedding album found on the couch.
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39. Pretty sure we had one of these when I was a kid.
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All things considered, of all abandoned houses I've been in, this one was my favorite. If it wasn't messy, moldy, kind of smelly, and infested with animal droppings, I would've been afraid it was still lived in by a family that refuses to acknowledge the 21st century. More often than not, the abandoned houses I find are fairly bare and despite sometimes being photogenic, aren't especially interesting. Places like this are the reason why I still wander into derelict houses, particularly rural ones.