A few weeks ago i visited an big abandoned farmhouse with my daughter (pics from that trip). I was stunned by it’s size and how the nature has taken over the place. This place just breathes of hard labor. For some long times of agos someone, and their someones, have been working their asses straight out of their ass holders in this place. Were there once were big fields there’s now a forest surrounding the place, rich with animals.
The other night i asked my friend if he was in for a spontaneous trip to the house for a sleepover. He was in. So we packed some stuffs and took of.
A small cabin for a small horse, obviously.
This is probably were they kept their square pizza.
Hair perfumes, medicines, chemicals etc. – here’s a lot of bottles.
He’s on a horse.
Ancient party box.
Juicy Gooseberry Candy.
“Hypnotic Forces, Evocative Powers – A textbook for self-study”
The house was a bit to moldy for our taste so we decided to sleep in the farmhouse’s hayloft.
Up there. Also; I had a close-up encounter with a fox here. He didn’t seem scared at all. We looked at each other for a long time then he just calmly walked away. He/they seem to live in another part of the farmhouse were there’s a lot of holes in the ground.
There were some deers in the forest, the sound they make are quite uncool.
Cozy stuff, bats included.
Hammock friendly structure.
Now we know what the fox does say. Damn the bastard yelled all night. And the birds never stopped singing. We “slept” for 3 hours, almost.
We woke up with this poor thing outside the door. Could this be the work of a fox?