Wednesday, August 8, 2012

"the Shack"

We went "up north" this past weekend - a common occurrence with us Michiganders. My sister has a place on a lake in practically the center of Michigan.  Lots of corn fields and Amish people up there. Anyway, we always make a point to go do something when we go for a weekend.  Last year we did some Geocaches to kill some time (cough, cough away from my family, cough cough), this year I found some cemeteries to visit and did some exploring. 

But first, since we were kids we always joked about who was going to live in this house....it had burned out eons ago and it was just there, on a hill overlooking the river.  I recall my Dad telling us that back in the day (100 or so years ago) a man had built this house for his bride & she died young, so he killed himself & burned the house.  I don't know how true this is, since I noticed some of the details seemed pretty modern.  But it's a neat story.   And the only other time I went near it, I was on horseback and my horse would not get within 100 yards of it (cue Twilight Zone music....)

You can almost see it from the road!  
Obviously the trees and such have grown a LOT.
It used to show over the top of the trees.

 That bunch of dead leaves oddly resembles flames.....




 Looking in from the back.  If you went thru both those doors, you'd basically fall down the hill into the river.

 The trim at the top of the door looks a lot like what is in my house now.

Looking up. I thought it was odd that all those nails stuck out of the siding like there had been another layer of something that is gone now. 

Several deer carcasses had been dumped nearby.  No skulls, tho. Or ribs. Odd.  Only short leg bones, a couple vertebra & 2 sets of jawbones.

 Looking in the side.

 It looks like a large room across the back, a small one off to the left and 
another off to the right with a way thru to the front porch area. 

Porch

And to subject you to some cheesiness....I wrote a poem about this place when I was like 13.  

Shack                         

Standing on a hill,
Overlooking the river:
Far below.
The sun shines
With all its might
Through your door, your windows,
The hole in your roof.
All the summer days,
Sad and abandoned.

Snows fall, melt and
Freeze again.
Torturing your burnt wood
As much as the fire.
Buried in snow,
Pretty as a picture.
But you know different,
Because you’re the one
In pain.

Forgotten
At the edge of a field.
No one cares
About this poor little
Shack.
Someone did – long ago,
But now they’re gone and
The shack is alone.

By Lisa Marie Owens
May 1988

2 comments:

  1. WOW, that is an incredibly spooky abandoned building. There was one in Maryland I used to visit with my parents and other family and it totally creeped the hell out of me. Turns out it is the "true" blair witch house, although I didn't find that out till several years later. These photos are also very inspirational as far a giving me an idea for a little story i've wanted to write!

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  2. There's always that one spooky house we all notice as we're kids. That was a nice, thoughtful poem you wrote about it. There is something so sad about an abandoned building, especially if there are clues to it once being grand. I sometimes feel sad looking at empty homes, businesses, or even unwanted personal belongings at an estate sale.

    P.S. ~ I love your blog background! Maybe you've had it for a while and I just haven't been around. Anyway, it helps get me in the mood for Autumn even more!

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