An avid photographer of those things best left unanswered.
By: Ashmore , 5:53 AM GMT on February 24, 2013
A little white house set off on its own, no neighbors, or house even close. The gravel road on which it sets see's little traffic, and in the winter as it is now see's nary a vehicle for weeks at a time. I happened upon this house last summer while out shooting pictures, it caught my eye at once, just the way in which it set among the hedge trees and hid from view. I took 15 or so photos of the house that day, and for the last few months had all but forgotten the roll of 35 m.m. film within the camera. Until yesterday that is, I took the film in upon finding it, and to my shock I found that a young girl no more that 10 or so had showed up in several of my pics, I also had one in which a person can be seen standing in the upstairs window of the vacant house. Today...I once again drove out to the old country house, just to see, well you know. It was gone, nothing but a cellar hole and dirt. You know though, as I was standing and looking around, I heard a laugh, a laugh of a child, no prints in the snow, or tracks on the road besides mine, just a little chirp of girlish laughter that chilled my blood, and caused me to take a few more pics, digital this time. A fellow explorerer once told me that if you seek in those places off the beaten path you will find those things for which time has passed by, I now know he was right! As far as theold house, and the spirits within, well...that another thing thats we shall have to see about.
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