To say that the House of Cars has a creepy vibe to it is a major understatement. Something just isn't right here and you can feel it in the air. Fear pulsed through me on that first visit back in the spring, and it grew evermore intense with each and every subsequent visit. Yet it is that same skin crawling discomfort that continues to draw me back in for another look, time after time, with the most recent visit taking place just this morning.
It's not just the RV blocking the entrance to the overgrown driveway, or the 5 other cars abandoned on the property. Nor is it just the drug paraphernalia that moves around between visits, or the fact that this was the home of a former NHL hockey player and his family. It's not just the heart wrenching letter about a young man's suicide or the disturbing sexual collages on the floor beside a decomposed raccoon carcass in a trap on the second floor. It's not just the fact that seemingly all of the contents remain, albeit rifled through by someone, or the eerie thoughts provoked by the bedroom door that locks only from the outside. It's not just the fact that illicit activities are allegedly being performed here by members of the criminal underworld, nor is it the sense that I am being watched, even when no one else is around.
It is a culmination of all of these things that makes the House of Cars one of Ontario's creepiest abandoned houses.
Before we unlatch the hook and body check open the creaking door pressing against the swollen floorboards, lets wander the property.
BUICK Wildcat
She never purrs anymore
Red leather interior
E for empty
Ridin' dirty
Sonomatic radio
Wildcat Headlights
Truck off
In too deep
Back on dry land
Hitchin' a ride to nowhere
Head on
Fines double when construction crew present
A lion's chance
With the unnerving feeling that we are being watched, again, we enter.
A shot in the dark
Claw foot
TROUBADOUR
Mouthing off
All sewn up
Scholastic plastic
D68 577
She's come undone
Fear and Loathing in an Abandoned House
BRITNEY SPEARS IN THE ZONE
Handycam
WD40 wrench ashtray flashlight
Meta-urbex
Getting blade
CV3338
Everything but the kitchen sink
Oilers
A lack of self reflection
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
Life is full of ups and downs
Bottomless
Axxident
BOYS Just For Sex
Curves
Dear Kim
As ever, love Grandma
Well hung
Partial remains
4 in a row
Follow suit
Sonic the Hedgehog 2
Red and yellow
TOUGHER THAN LEATHER
Can't Buy A Thrill
Memories come flooding in
Red Light District
PROWLER
With much intrigue and curiosity, I will continue to monitor the House of Cars.
Shout out to my friend Lindsay for the find.
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4 comments:
Jesus what a burden to society. Men across the country wake up and go to work to provide for their family. You'd be dead if it weren't for your girlfriend, who's lived with you as nothing but a struggling burden for years. You give nothing to society, you'd not be noticed if you disappeared from the galaxy. Driving out to Toronto just to paste up idiotic phrases that people will walk by and not even look at, hoping, struggling, wishing, someone knew who you were. You are a nobody. You are nobody. Society saves their money and invests for the future with RRSP's and RIF's. You spend all your money in drug, booze and art supplies. Just do the world a favour and do die in a hole.
Jesus what a burden to society. Men across the country wake up and go to work to provide for their family. You'd be dead if it weren't for your girlfriend, who's lived with you as nothing but a struggling burden for years. You give nothing to society, you'd not be noticed if you disappeared from the galaxy. Driving out to Toronto just to paste up idiotic phrases that people will walk by and not even look at, hoping, struggling, wishing, someone knew who you were. You are a nobody. You are nobody. Society saves their money and invests for the future with RRSP's and RIF's. You spend all your money in drug, booze and art supplies. Just do the world a favour and do die in a hole.
I knew Steve. He called me in the middle of the night not long before he committed suicide. I've never been able to forget it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing here. The note about his true identity, his image. This blog just freaked me right out. I've been following your blog for awhile, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would see someone I once knew in it.
Hi there im very curious on where this place would be, I'd love to explore it myself. Thank you! ��
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