ok /x/ I got a story to share with you that happend today.
I live in southern IL, and I like driving on the backroads on border co. because it's always really pieceful and relaxing, aside from the hillbilly folk you find down here.
I also love to explore old forgotten barns and houses I find on these roads from time to time.
I was driving on one of the many backroads that links johnston city with Marion. I ended up seeing a few run down houses, none seemed to interesting until I found this one house tucked way back into the woods. I went over to the property and looked around, took a few photos. My interest in the house was sparked when I found a very old style rake in the back yard. This made me interested even further and I walked down the road a bit and found an old cottage, obviously still had people living in it. I knocked on the door, hoping they could tell me whatever they knew about the house. An old couple came to the door, probably late 80's early 90's, saying I was a SIU student looking to do a paper on the people who use to live around the county years and years ago. (I'm really not) They we're polite enough to sit me down on their front porch (mind you this is cold as fuck around these parts, especially for older people. but it didn't seem to bother them) They told me when they we're kids, a quiet family lived there. A mother, father, son and daughter.
The mom was a known schizophrenic and would have violent episodes from time to time. The father had to leave for work early in the moring, and wouldn't be back until days and days later. on the day he was supposed to come back, a blizzard rolled in and cut off the road that linked with the town, which was where the father was at the time. The kids of course got sick, bad case of the runs. Diarrhea everywhere.
Cont. in next post, I'll post my pictures after.
The mother not being able to handle the pressure of taking care of the kids on her own, and with them already eaten their entire winter supply of food, the mom snapped. She drug her children about a quater mile back into the woods and threw them into the village well, sealing it off.
she then walked back to the house, realizing what she done, hung herself. When the father got back to the house, he seen what had happend to his family, and took his own life a few days later.
I thanked the old couple for their time and walked back up to the house, this time more interested in looking around. I took more pictures, and found that the only way into the house is a small hole in the foundation on the side. The door was locked but rotted, making it easy to kick down. I didn't try because the house was so old and rotten that I was afraid that I'd knock the whole damn house down.
They also have a family cemitary further back into the woods i found, and took pictures of those to.
I'm gonna post the pics following up this post, mainly because i have the photos on my phone and didn't feel like typing the whole thing out on a touchscreen.
I'm heading back tomorrow with a friend and better gear, hoping I can get into the house this time.
Starting my image dump.
Here's when I first got there, before I found out the history of the place
Here's a side door to the place, as you can see I couldn't get in because of the massive amounts of wood and metal.
Nothing really interesting in shed No. 1, except a nailboard and a few cans filled with some foul smelling liquid
I didn't pay much attention to what was in the shed the first time, I did find this rake, which questioned how old the place really was, considering this rake is fucking old as shit. After this I walked to the old couples cottage and learned about the places history.
After coming back to the shed, I noticed all these empty jars, at first I just thought moonshine but then remembered that the mother and her children ran out of food during the duritation of the blizzard. This was where they we're storing their food
Walking around to the other side of the house, I finally see a way to get in, a hole in the foundation. I plan on using this to get inside the house tomorrow
Most of the graves dated back to the 1800's. Some more recent, like in 1903
Only the birthdate on this one, no name, no death day, just forgotten memories
I'm gonna go back tomorrow and try to get Into the house
I'll be lurking if anyone needs any questions answered.
Getting a weird vibe from that shed OP. Looks like something is waiting for you to come in
If it is indeed abandoned, I would grabbed that beer mug and maybe the juicer. At least tried to save the nice stuff like that. In the past got interesting things from abandoned places before. Mostly old as fuck soda bottles, ones that aren't made anymore.
I was afraid that the house might collapse
Yeah, and sad too
You and me both anon, but I'd be kicking myself for it later
Early 1900s, my guess during the great depression. Looks like someone tried to modernize it, no use though. House is to damn old
Probably around 3 or 4, I know its gonna be towards night time. I'll probably just upload it at 10 so everyone is off work
But I don't know what's behind the door, might be big piles of wood and me kicking it will push the back of the house. Can never be to careful
Why do all old houses in So. IL have old nasty bottles all over the place? Seriously. I have a property in Dorsey, IL, and there is so many random old bottles that I cant even begin to imagine how in Jesus' name anyone in my family could have used them. Like, some have been opened and refilled with whatever and were then just left out in the woods.
TL;DR I'm pretty disappointed Southern Illinois, it's time to get your bottle problem under control.
Sometimes homeless or crackheads like to leave things behind that they won't need. For some reason, its easier for them to ditch it in an abandoned shed/home. Sometimes campers or other people going into the woods do this stuff just coz
I think it's that when people see abandoned and run down houses, it becomes a garbage dump for people who don't wanna pay the garbage company to drive out in hillbilly central to get their garbage every week
I'm so happy my parents let me play a game where you can talk to strangers and make them cry
When we got there, my friend wanted to take a look around. See if there was anything I missed, we found some OLD money and a book. When I tried to open the book it just turned to dirt.
I really wanted to keep this one, I found a old Indian bro, pretty good condition
This was the last from outside, an old army cot.
After this, I crawled my way under the house and came up in one of the bedrooms
Good thing I took my bolt cutters, they had a giant lock on the door.
I unlocked the door and let my friend in. It looks like a bombshell went of in here
I made my way back into the bedroom and seen these old fashioned clothes, sorry for the shitty quality, I was standing on rotting floor and junk
We also found these two statues, someone was a fan of the human body
Making our way into the kitchen , I found some old ass liquor
A typewriter, still in good condition to
You can still read the messages left behind on the typewriter
Mildew-ish. Kinda like a mix between dirt and mold.
We also found a HAM radio, and I think it works. All the typewriters worked just fine and still had ink in them
Last picture I got, we found two machetes in the bedroom. We took them outside to get a better shot.
I might go back just for that Indian bro
Interesting. For an abandoned place I would have thought something perishable might have spoiled, but I guess after a long enough time that kind of thing doesn't really stay does it
I suppose a critter got to the spoiled food and ate it
After that we left, I was cold as shit and he had to work in a couple of hours. He kept one of the machetes
Should I go back for anything you think?
See, THIS is what a based OP should do when going to a spoopy location and encountering a box.
ACTUALLY FUCKING OPEN IT
AND TAKE PICTURES
Btw did your friend know gymnastics? Gotta stay safe.
Well Done op. Nice way to start the year here. Hope it sets a tone for the rest of the year .
Yeah they said they went there but got scared away because there was a kid on a bike and a doggy.
Then the next day he went back and took a picture of a moose jawbone or some shit and got pissed when people were bitching him out for not actually doing anything and told everyone to fuck off and get someone else to do it
Great to see some southern Illinois stuff up on /x/, I live her as well and I've always wondered about all those little buildings and shit you get glimpses of when you drive through the forests during winter. Never had the balls to go exploring myself, many thanks to you OP for delivering!
Cool thread, OP. I enjoyed the fresh OC and it seems like you had fun. Did you find any evidence to corroborate the story of the old people? It's not that they have a reason to lie, but that's quite a story - schizo mom killing her kids and herself, dad kills himself days later. Maybe the old couple got confused or wanted to scare you off.
The state of the house is odd though, looks like it was just left exactly the way it was. If it was abandoned, surely the bank would've taken it, or the city at least. I'd lean more towards it being left to a son/daughter and just forgotten about. There are a lot of boxes in the living room area, maybe the house was packed up and mothballed by someone, who then forgot all about it. Seems so sad to see so many personal things just left to rot away.
Did you see any dates on the coins here: >>17159029 Or on anything else? Getting an approximate time of abandonment would help you corroborate the story the old couple told you.
I looked up some shit about the case, wanted to see if it was legit or not, and as far as I can tell, yeah, the whole story is true. The couple did mention people staying in the house but not staying any longer for a couple of months, whether it be spoopy ghosts for financial problems I'm not for certain. The coins were from around 1900 to 1938, the rest were unreadable. Guessing they were from the same time period
Thank you so much OP. Fucking Love fresh OC
If i can get my friend to come back with me today I'm gonna get that Indian bro and try and see if I can't find that well in the backwoods behind the house
I gotta work tonight, so I'll go back to the house tomorrow and grab anything you guys want me to. I'm getting the Indian bro on my own accord. anything else is up for grabs
You definitely should anon, its kinda rewarding in its own weird way, better than sitting on /x/ refreshing the page over and over.
If you do, make a thread about it. /x/ is always craving OC content.
OP here, just got back from the house. I took a video of us there. I'll link it later.
Just to let you guys know, Indian bro is safe. We forgot the vhs tapes (will get them later) and we found ANOTHER type writer in great condition. We took the best looking ones
One on the left is from 1952, the right is 1942
You might be surprised. Typewriters are generally not worth that much. The problem is they're big, heavy, and typically ugly. A few models might be worth a lot if they're in good shape, but most of them aren't worth more than $50. They're hard to display because they take up so much space. They can also be pretty ugly, so the more aesthetic models are the first to go. None of the typewriters OP took photos of look especially valuable.
My internets being a pig fucker so I'm trying to upload that damn video.
My friend was pissed that we forgot the tapes so we went back like 15 min. Ago
When we got there we parked way down the road in the woods. Drove about a half a mile without our lights so we wouldn't be seen.
This time me and my friend took another friend of ours with us. There is one orange powerline light at the end of the backroad the house was on.
There was two men just standing under the light at the end of the road watching us. Not moving
I'm not shitting you guys.
I got spooped when one of them starting walking the speed of fucking light towards us down the road and I nope'd outta there.
We'll go back for the tapes tommorow
If I were to do that I would have take more from the shed than the house. Something about being locked up as opposed to being left out in the elements. Reminds me when I and my family explored my great, great grandpa's abandoned house. Still have a cool Sesame Street fisher price playset my grandma rescued.