I recently travelled to Tobermory (I love that town) to visit the Grotto. In town, there is an old abandoned ship docked ashore. I noticed it right away because “Port Dover” was written on its hull, which is a small town near my birthplace.
On the way home from Tobermory, on one of the main streets of Wiarton, I saw this house and just had to stop:
[Thought I would use an old-school horror effect here – Da da dahhh]
This house was amazing, even in its deterioration. I didn’t go inside, but I imagine the main staircase would have been awesome to photograph.
I loved the grassy stairs leading to the road . . .
. . . and the slight part of the curtain.
Even the back had character, with its creepy oculus window that had me wondering who might be peering out at me. Mrs. Bates come to mind?
I also wondered what might be in this shed, but I didn’t look inside.
Given the door in the picture, there must have been a second floor balcony on this side of the house at one point. No longer. When I was little, there was a house down the street from where I lived with a door like this, without a balcony. My friends and I theorized that a witch lived there because, logically, she could fly out of the door with her broomstick. How handy!
The weathervane added to the “eerily beautiful” factor of the ruined home.
Imagine this on Hallowe’en? Trick or treat . . .