So, for my birthday, I’ve requested to my family that we should go exploring an abandoned church that’s over in Calhoun, Tennessee. It’s pretty well known and often appears on websites that document abandoned places in Tennessee and the south. There’s also an old church in Reliance(not the Hiwassee Union Church) that needs exploring, too.
I think we’ve come to an agreement that it’s what I’ll be doing on my birthday. :)
Both My Parents Were Surgeons And I Used To Talk To Furniture
I have updated my Dream Town on New Leaf!
Here’s the code for my town, the town of Tellico. Only one house is currently horror themed. It’s a work in progress, but I’ve gotten a lot accomplished! —5400-4431-2624.
I just came to the realization that I am turning 24 years old in 19 days and I have not done anything worthwhile, accomplished nothing to make my family proud, I’m a college dropout, and I work in a dead end job. My cousin, who just turned 22, is now an archeologist and is taking part in a 3 month program in Italy excavating the ruins of Pompeii while I’m just sitting here in my room, just having gotten off from work, and I have nothing to look forward to.
My life is a total mess. All I want for my birthday is a sense of direction and purpose. That’s all I want, man.
Silent Hill 2 Environments
In some ways, I prefer Silent Hill 2’s art direction better than 3’s. While 3 relies very heavily on visual horror in the form of blood and rust, Silent Hill 2’s is more in the form of dereliction, like you’re exploring an abandoned building. The colors are darker and murkier and some of the areas even look dingy, especially in both apartment complexes that you explore. It reminds me more of some of the abandoned buildings I’ve personally explored over the years. The fact that everything is so dark adds further to the paranoia—just what’s hiding in the shadows? Is Pyramid Head going to pop out of nowhere and drag me off to parts unknown?
One of the main things that my mom and I had pondered as we left the barn was if what we walked into was either a prank done by teenagers or if it was the “real deal”—a suicide attempt that hopefully had never went through. In order to protect the identities of the last family who had lived on this property, I will not post photos of the purse, rope, bottle of Zoloft, or the roll of police tape that we found. It was quite a haunting spectacle, seeing a rotting leather purse that was just dangling from the rafters as the wind quietly blew throughout the barn. The barn creaked softly in the silence. I could see the rope swaying in the breeze. There was even rope on the ground that was caked in grime. The bottle of Zoloft was yellowed with age and still had pills inside. The medication had went out of date in 2004.
We do not know what happened on this property following its abandonment in 2009. What’s even stranger is the fact that my mom had always said that the property was haunted, but never elaborated on why. Of course, she was basing that off the experiences she had as a young woman when she’d visit the property when her grandparents were still alive, which was over 20 years ago. There was a heaviness to this barn, an uneasy feeling. It was as if we had walked in on something that we weren’t supposed to see.
This was taken in rural Madisonville, Tennessee.