A Saturday afternoon drive into the country yielded this find. I happened upon the gutted structure and pulled over immediately. The muted tones of the brick and doors clash with relation to the pitch black pits where windows should be. There is something so desolate and eerie about the area and the building. Driving back passed this on my way home after dark -- I knew I would not want to find myself coming upon this on foot after nightfall. The sensation of being watched by someone sent a shiver down my spine -- and I was in a moving car. I willed the car to carry me as fast and as far away from there as possible.
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