I've Had My Eye on You for Years

Sounds a bit stalker-ish doesn't it? Makes you envision some guy in the bushes with night vision goggles or binoculars or a gal with a telephoto lens from across a busy thoroughfare watching one particular handsome fella who has no idea as he carries his gym bag to the cab to go get even more toned. Hell, maybe I should write a book. haha. But I don't have the time or patience for that anymore. Been there, done that and it, in all it's horribleness, is around here somewhere never to be read by human eyes (alien eyes feel free).

When I was a little girl, Wichita Falls was THE place to go shopping. At least for my Mom and Grandmother. Every time we went, when we were getting close, we would see the old burned out house on the hill which people now know as the "Witches Gate", (perhaps I'll link to an interesting article about that.) However, just a little further up on the other side of the road, there's another house. Back in those days, I think it was an actual farm house with inhabitants but over time, I've been watching the slow process of decay: the roof slowly losing shingles, the boards becoming more weathered, the barn looking less used and the grass growing ever higher.

A few days ago, I was going shopping for something to wear for Thanksgiving, and as I glanced over, like I typically do,  HOLY SMOKES!!! The front door was wide open. Well well well. Fortunately, I always take a camera or two because you just never know what you're gonna see when you leave your house, so I stopped by on my way back home. It was getting dusky and there was not much light left. "The golden hour."

There were signs everywhere that there was video surveillance. Purple posts, etc. but I pulled up the drive like I owned the place or had every intention of buying it and parked just behind a little building which would shelter most of my car from being seen from the highway. I got out, wielding my camera only,  stupidly leaving my cell phone in the car for the first time ever, but I wasn't alone. I had a partner in crime along with me.

We eased up to the house and went in the back door.

Then, looking around, we kept on going...

I couldn't believe the perfection of this scene. Door open, staircase, window open and curtains billowing. Like an urbex, rurex dream. 

I just had to get a close up of that billowy curtain and that perfectly broken window. Too fantastic.

Stepping past the stairway, I went on into the living room. Wow man! Dig the tv and that fantastic fireplace. I was lovin' it.

Crossing back in front of the stair well, we find these wicked French doors.

Going through that room, which I didn't. This is where we end up. In a dining area I guess, right off of the kitchen.

The kitchen had some issues.  It also led back out onto the back room porch that we went in through.

There was more to tell but I ran out of time and this post was years ago. Still I wanted to post it. Perhaps, I will add an addendum one day.

This is was a fun explore and one I will always remember. :)