I went back over to my dad's again and went walking with Fish and our friend Jess.
We walked, Jess took a bunch of aesthetic pictures of us on logs and swings and stuff. We casually invaded on other people's yards, talked trash, etc etc. You know, punk kid stuff.
Because we're teenagers. We just can't control ourselves.
JK. We're just jerks.
Anyway, we made our way back to the park, finding a small, fluffy cat on the way. He was friendly and soft, and his ID tag said "Dewey" on it. We loved on him a bit, took pics and he followed us around a while. He was nice.
We kept going, and since the park was full of kids, we kept walking. At the end of the sidewalk on the other side of the road, there was an abandoned house, next to that there was an abandoned shack. Of course we had to investigate. Fish and Jess stood up front of the shack and made a vlog, while I went around and checked out the woods behind. There I found a house in shambles. Decayed roof and all, up under it were leather shoes of various sizes; men's, women's, and child's. A few kids toys, soaked jackets, piping and plumbing. Evident signs of previous life, abandoned.
There was no beer or signs of alcohol, the shoes were nice and expensive, same goes for the silverware and cups and plates. Part of me thought maybe the house had burned, but there weren't any signs of scorching. One of the wet jackets did smell vaguely chemically, though. I assumed that perhaps the shambles had been there for a while, left to rot, but the leather of the shoes wasn't broken down, and the wet jackets and cloths weren't mildewed or molded. The salvageable kid's toys were common and modern brands, and the glass cups and jars showed little discoloration, so it couldn't have been old. Maybe the owner of the old house had an issue with his wife and threw out all of the tangible memories of his past life? Maybe it was a smaller house holding someone's old stuff.
I haven't come to any sort of solid conclusion yet, but I'll be back over there some time this week to get a better look. I'm slightly pissed that I haven't found a concrete answer, but I promise I'll have one.
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