Cornerhouse

2006-04-20T09:00:00.000-07:00

Every empty or forgotten place tells a story. It is my passion to learn about and record these stories before the memories are lost forever. I love everything from the mundane and dusty to the down right spooky. I used to share these stories with my friends at bonfire parties and Halloween festivities, and they finally convinced me to share them here with all of you. So begins our journey together uncovering all the deliciously weird that lies deep in our neighborhoods.
I call this “Cornerhouse” because, shockingly, it's the house on the corner and because that's what all the neighborhood kids called it. But when they said it, it was like a curse word. All I could really find out about the home is that is was once occupied by an old woman who died there and usually slept with a gun under her pillow for protection. According to tale, even while the lady was alive, no one would go near the house because of the general feeling of “ick” the place exuded. So my question is: how would anyone know about the gun if the whole lot was avoided like to the overly friendly fat guy with the stale stank of BO and toothless grin on a crowded bus. Some people say this weird mist around the house appeared when this woman died. It is believed that her spirit still hangs out there.

This is the side of the house. Supposedly this is the window looking into the room where the old woman died in her sleep. After a few days someone called the cops to look in on her for two reasons: one, the smell got so bad that neighbors down wind needed to complain to someone and two, she hadn't been sitting on her porch yelling at anyone recently and THAT was suspicious.

Something about old, beat up, 1970's wheelchairs freak me out. Maybe it's because they remind me of mental institutions like on “One Flew Over the Coo Coo's nest”, or that scene in “The Changeling”. Either way, it seems a fitting prop for the stories I've heard about this house. And yes, that is the back porch where possibly, the old woman spent many of her nights contemplating the meaning of life.

I will be frequently visiting this blog with new, excited and just plain weird pictures of the abnormal that exist in our world today. At least as much of the world as I have seen or dare to go. Look for the next entry where I go inside the Corner House and uncover more strange things.

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