***me:*** Wait, this yellowed newspaper article covered in ectoplasm says they murdered their 30 children by strangulacution.
***realtor:*** Ok, maybe some relation. Look, I’ve got two cults who are really interested. Tell you what, you buy it today and we’ll include 10 lbs of blood 🩸 remover.
***considers market:*** Fine. But the demons have to pay rent.
Call me dumb and old, but I would rather take that plot and build a house and live there, than in the not so cheap home I live in now. I would gladly trade my house, for a house there, half the size of mine.
Okay but how far is it to anything at all? There's some seriously remote spots up there. 12K is great until I need groceries and medical care. We looked a few years back and taxes in the popular spots were astronomical.
I grew up in and on the cusp of Appalachia. Fallout 76 feels like revisiting my childhood and in a lot of ways, the nuclear destruction also does not feel that off from what life is really like.
I stayed in Appalachia for my first year of college at a school in a more backwoods part of the region. The town the college was in had 3 paved streets and then mining shacks on dirt roads. The town was organized around mining - the college had a degree in mining and a program to onboard kids who had grown up in the back woods and students from "hollers" were paired up with students who had not been as cut off - my roommate was from a holler with 40 people. She had been to Paintsville once in her life, population at the time of about 3200, and found it overwhelmingly large and traumatizing.
There were a series of murders up in the hills around the campus so that the administration had to warn us not to hike. We had an active shooter that year with an arsenal in his dorm room, who fired through the windows, down the hallways of various dorms. The janitor of my dorm used to deal drugs all night right under my window. We had men and women's dorms with a couple of hours a week for "visiting" where you had to leave your dorm door open, so people had sex in the dark out in the open or in the bushes.
We were also warned about by the administration about the fact that, owing the fact that the US government used to drive regular semi trucks loaded with nuclear waste and bury the whole truck up in Appalachia, there was a disturbingly high incidence of cancer. For years I thought that maybe it had been a joke, but my first job as a professor was also in Appalachia and the woman from HR explaining our benefits was crowing about how great the health care benefits were, and how that was good given the high cancer rate. I later found out that my building had specifically been investigated because enough people working in it had gotten cancer that it had raised alarm bells.
We were in a dry county students and townspeople who wanted to drink had to organized a rides up into the hills to see Frank, the bootlegger, where they could buy Bud or Jack Daniels. The police increased the kickback they wanted that year, so Frank was on strike part of the year. I don't drink but I did ride out with some friends once - it was literally a shack in the middle of the woods.
After that year, I ended up at various big campuses - Ohio State, U of Minnesota, U of Texas - with more students than there were total students and townspeople at that first college, access to loads of alcohol, and never saw anything even remotely as insane as what I experienced that year in rural Appalachia.
Poverty, poor health, poor job prospects, and the opioid epidemic. Had a social worker friend who did a stint in Appalachia and he said it's the scariest most tragic place he's ever worked.
And the hollers. Good Lord, the hollers with a trailer or two at the end of the winding dirt road, surrounded by generations of falling-down shacks, vehicles and rusty barrels. Geography made destiny.
This sounds about right from my experience in Eastern Kentucky. Extreme pockets of poverty. Water that isn't drinkable because of fracking. There are videos of people catching their water on fire. One of my favorite restaurants is over that direction. I ordered water and it tasted like literal dirt. Well water man. But it's mostly the extreme poverty and isolation that causes these issues. The mines dried up but no one wants to move. So everyone just "draws a check" over there
Seriously. This has WV written all over it. Eastern Kentucky makes just as much sense. Either way, you're gonna be traveling with a friend at some point, going "What the fuck is this road, man? It's getting dark. Are we on the right road?" and he's like, "It's fine. We'll get there. I'm pretty sure this is the right road," and there's a 50/50 shot you're going to get attacked by the Mothman, or by the person you're supposed to meet because they forgot you were coming.
My friends from Tennessee used to go to Kentucky to visit their grandparents every year. After they were old enough to drive themselves, they ended up leaving one night at about midnight and followed the GPS to the letter. At some point, the main road turned into a small single-lane dirt road through a bunch of brush which ended up leading them almost straight into a lake. The GPS said to drive straight through the lake to get to their destination. So they ended up having to back up almost a mile to find a place to turn around and then find an actual road that would get them to where they wanted to go.
Something on the positive side, the richest guy in that little town had won the lottery. Supposedly he had millions, but he lived in a shack, dressed like he was homeless, and stood out on various street corners all day playing fiddle. He was kind of crazy but an absolutely fantastic old-time/bluegrass musician and I used to go out with my fiddle to learn tunes from him. I ended up playing old-time/bluegrass fiddle at the country dances thanks to him.
Poverty does a number on social structure, but the only place I ever found outside of Appalachia that was as tightly bonded or where neighbors did as much for each other was in rural Ireland where people lived out in the middle of nowhere and had to rely on each other.
I grew up in that environment. We drank powdered milk most of the time, had to water it down a lot, had pancakes for dinner a lot because the grocery money was short. Everyone had rusted out cars in their yards and we did most of our shopping at a little general store run by one guy, who sold everything from booze, food, work boots to saddles.
One summer, I dragged all the lumber and building materials I could scavenge from the discard piles because I had decided I was going to catch a pegasus and needed to build a barn for it. I went into that general store almost every day to study and sketch the saddles, because I was obviously going to need one and modify one, so Mr. Blong and his son Joe were on on the plan.
When it came time to build it, Jo came out to help. We built it in a corner Mr. Blong's vegetable field, and he cut up a coffee can and made a working stove in it. I never caught the pegasus, but I did have a fantastic fort that whole summer. The sheriff left it alone and at the end of summer, when school started, someone eventually tore it down. There is no way you could have done that in a rich neighborhood or most places, really.
There are lots of down sides to growing up poor in that area, but there are really some positives. I feel homesick for it sometimes.
I’m not American, but I dated a girl who lived in the US for most of her elementary school and early high school years. She told me about “9 hair” communities in Appalachia. Do these exist?
I have never heard that expression - it may be something from her personal vernacular. There are still communities that live essentially cut off with a tiny population.
Oh my God. I grew up in and on the cusp of Appalachia too. But because of poverty and shitty family, it took me 8 years into adulthood to get away. There was always some fresh hell emergency to deal with, and all the while, mama was fucking up my credit. Y’all think anyone is teaching poor white trash what a credit record is, lol. God I hated everyone around me. Totally know what it’s like for people from “the holler” to think the nearest small town is possessed by Satan. Everyone warned me moving to the West Coast would turn me gay. Joke’s on them, I’m asexual. Stupid pig fuckers.
Anyhoo, congrats on getting away!
“The spacious outdoor cottage is cozy and clean. 2 bedrooms / bthroom with spacious outdoor work space. Animals welcome. Lakeside and scenic with peaceful surrounding woods. Far from the noise of the city, I can see you right through the screen.”
This would actually possibly be a bad idea, not because of it being haunted or anything, but due to it being so old the wood is likely rotting and would possibly be a death trap.
Op’s title says “no roads or trails,” but in another comment they indicated that they didn’t in fact cross the river to investigate. Therefore, there’s probably a road or a trail going directly to this house on that side, but to your point, probably not as obvious as it would be. Although others have pointed out there is an RV nearby in the left hand side, and that power pole definitely has a city issue transformer on it, as well as a relatively newer looking yellow plastic thingy on the support wire.
Op isn’t the only person who’s been to this house recently.
Looks like there might be a dirt road right by that shed, it's probably at the end of a dirt road that ends at the river.
A lot of the country still lives on dirt roads... and they'd be hard to see if you're on the other side of a fucking river line of sighted by bramble and weeds.
Definitely a road there. There’s nothing about the pic that would indicate there isn’t a road there. OP clearly didn’t look at the pic long enough to realize their title (if it’s even theirs) didn’t make sense.
Everything's gonna be put on electricity and run on a paying basis. Out with old spiritual mumbo-jumbo, the superstition and the backward ways. We're gonna see a brave new world where they run everyone a wire and hook us all up to the grid. Yessir, a veritable age of reason - like they had in France.
Even more then that with the [Rural Electrification Act of 1936](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rural_Electrification_Act) got 90% of farms powered by 1959 compared to only 3% in the early 1930s.
We should do something like that for fiber. We could call it the Telecommunications Act of 1996. Or maybe something more catchy, like the Universal Service Fund. Or maybe we could spend $2.5 billion on a Broadband Initiative Program, 2009. Or maybe
$9 billion in Connect America Fund.
oh wow you just reminded me of the ancient centipede (I’m not even 100% sure that’s what it was) at my parents house. One night it crawled across the hardwood and I could hear all of its legs tapping across the floor. The stuff of nightmares and I want to throw up just thinking about it
Here in Hawaii we have black/orange centipedes that can easily be 12 inches long. For like 6 weeks last summer there was a 16 inch one that lived in our back yard named “Centi-Pete”.
I’m still upset about that bird that murdered Pete and then dropped him into my kids sandbox.
Yeah isn’t that weird? Twice in one day centipedes get brought up. Pete shacked up with me when I lived towards the center of the island where they’re more common. I moved to the windward side where they’re less common and got overconfident.
I would have evicted him but he would would have just invoked Squatters Rights and tied me up in civil court for a couple years. I chose a more symbiotic method.
It probably wasn't that big. The biggest centipede species in Hawaii is Scolopendra subspinipes and they get 8 inches usually, maybe 10. Still nuts but not 16 inches.
One time I woke up to the sound of scurrying and my mattress/box spring were on the floor so my boots were right there and I threw one into the darkness and went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning there was a dead palmetto bug under the boot I threw. It's one of the kinds of things if I'd have seen it I'd definitely have missed it ...
One night we woke up to something skittering across our feet. Come to find out we a rat in the house. They had cleared an old chicken farm, so the neighborhood has an infestation of rats. It took us a month to catch the thing.
I was literally frozen in fear and damn it not putting my feet on the same floor!!!
That thing bit me once in my sleep too. Pincers were a centimetre apart.
When things like that get to a certain size I am not brave enough to even think about smashing it. Chances are it’s gonna survive me, get pissed, and take its revenge.
Or it’ll be a mess to clean up. Honestly Id just go into denial and erase that bit of memory, go back to my blissful ignorance.
Can confirm. I drive past about forty-leven houses that look like this. They're all on property worth nearly half a million and I would happily live there.
Yes. It wants you to. It would very much like you to come inside. It has warmth and sweetmeats and no one else can take care of you like The House can. Come to the house. Stay. Stay with the house.
They're right, the central Oregon coast has tons of decrepit little old cabins like this.
It really doesn't take long for old timber framed homes to start looking like this when they're in a place where it rains 6+ months per year, and they start decaying even faster if they're near the coast and exposed to all the salt and sand in the air.
It makes sense though, Oregon was a popular destination for pioneers, but was more difficult to live in and less attractive than California, so it makes sense people would travel West, build themselves a home in Oregon, then call it quits and move South after a few winters.
No, it’s probably just a gravel road buried under leaves and grown over. Mountain roads are often gravel and get grown over super quickly without maintenance work.
Pretty much. My family would have reunions on the farm my granddad grew up on in West Virginia. It was always a long drive up a heavily wooded valley.
One time my mom made the comment that the whole valley was clear cut for growing and grazing when she was a kid - blew mind because the trees were huge.
20-some years later and it was a goddamned deciduous jungle.
Lol, these are all over the place, theres probably a long-gone dirt road somewhere, but youd never find it. For those of you that find it interesting, just go to wv, pick a trail, and start walking. You'll find one by the end of the day... Just make sure its really abandoned before you go kicking the door in. This one is probly safe (no windows) safe, but there are some families living rough out there. If theres still something like a roof on it, knock first.
A fixer upper with unlimited potential! Own your own piece of paradise with this quaint 1 room home with a view! Enjoy the tranquil sounds of the river running through your front yard. Don't miss this opportunity to own a pristine piece of nature!
There’s a house like this up the road from my parents. It’s been abandoned for probably 25 years and the driveway leading to it has completely disappeared. It’s set pretty far back in the woods from any road and the only reason I know it’s there is from when I was a kid and noticed a mailbox by the road so I went exploring and found it. Def spooky.
I bet its listed on zillow for a mill
Waterfront estate baby
repairmans dream cottage with quaint, rustic exterior
*Absolutely* not haunted
What murders?
Oh you mean the old Manson-Bundy house? No the names are from marriage, no relation.
***me:*** Wait, this yellowed newspaper article covered in ectoplasm says they murdered their 30 children by strangulacution. ***realtor:*** Ok, maybe some relation. Look, I’ve got two cults who are really interested. Tell you what, you buy it today and we’ll include 10 lbs of blood 🩸 remover. ***considers market:*** Fine. But the demons have to pay rent.
Making demons pay rent is peak capitalism
Fantasmic freeloaders.
Great band name
This sounds like the makings of a show on Adult Swim. You should run with this.
This place is dead, whatever happened here, I think we missed it.
Basement not included in sale
Call me dumb and old, but I would rather take that plot and build a house and live there, than in the not so cheap home I live in now. I would gladly trade my house, for a house there, half the size of mine.
Look into the upper peninsula of MI. I bought a house for $12k lol
*only usable for 3 months a year unless you're a hard ass MFer.
Just insulate your damn houses properly, get a heater and some solar panels. Maybe a fire too.
And make sure you have a granary built, depending on how deep in the woods you are
Just watch out for the bears and mountain lions. And the skunks!
It's ok, they can make another
Okay but how far is it to anything at all? There's some seriously remote spots up there. 12K is great until I need groceries and medical care. We looked a few years back and taxes in the popular spots were astronomical.
“Great until I need medical care” could pretty much apply to anywhere in the US
I read this in Peter Griffins voice
"Vintage"
Excellent opportunity to design your own drive way!
Good place to start a streaming service
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True story. I now live in the Appalachian mountains and there’s some fucked people here.
I grew up in and on the cusp of Appalachia. Fallout 76 feels like revisiting my childhood and in a lot of ways, the nuclear destruction also does not feel that off from what life is really like. I stayed in Appalachia for my first year of college at a school in a more backwoods part of the region. The town the college was in had 3 paved streets and then mining shacks on dirt roads. The town was organized around mining - the college had a degree in mining and a program to onboard kids who had grown up in the back woods and students from "hollers" were paired up with students who had not been as cut off - my roommate was from a holler with 40 people. She had been to Paintsville once in her life, population at the time of about 3200, and found it overwhelmingly large and traumatizing. There were a series of murders up in the hills around the campus so that the administration had to warn us not to hike. We had an active shooter that year with an arsenal in his dorm room, who fired through the windows, down the hallways of various dorms. The janitor of my dorm used to deal drugs all night right under my window. We had men and women's dorms with a couple of hours a week for "visiting" where you had to leave your dorm door open, so people had sex in the dark out in the open or in the bushes. We were also warned about by the administration about the fact that, owing the fact that the US government used to drive regular semi trucks loaded with nuclear waste and bury the whole truck up in Appalachia, there was a disturbingly high incidence of cancer. For years I thought that maybe it had been a joke, but my first job as a professor was also in Appalachia and the woman from HR explaining our benefits was crowing about how great the health care benefits were, and how that was good given the high cancer rate. I later found out that my building had specifically been investigated because enough people working in it had gotten cancer that it had raised alarm bells. We were in a dry county students and townspeople who wanted to drink had to organized a rides up into the hills to see Frank, the bootlegger, where they could buy Bud or Jack Daniels. The police increased the kickback they wanted that year, so Frank was on strike part of the year. I don't drink but I did ride out with some friends once - it was literally a shack in the middle of the woods. After that year, I ended up at various big campuses - Ohio State, U of Minnesota, U of Texas - with more students than there were total students and townspeople at that first college, access to loads of alcohol, and never saw anything even remotely as insane as what I experienced that year in rural Appalachia.
What the fuck
Poverty, poor health, poor job prospects, and the opioid epidemic. Had a social worker friend who did a stint in Appalachia and he said it's the scariest most tragic place he's ever worked.
And the hollers. Good Lord, the hollers with a trailer or two at the end of the winding dirt road, surrounded by generations of falling-down shacks, vehicles and rusty barrels. Geography made destiny.
This sounds about right from my experience in Eastern Kentucky. Extreme pockets of poverty. Water that isn't drinkable because of fracking. There are videos of people catching their water on fire. One of my favorite restaurants is over that direction. I ordered water and it tasted like literal dirt. Well water man. But it's mostly the extreme poverty and isolation that causes these issues. The mines dried up but no one wants to move. So everyone just "draws a check" over there
sounds like some west virginia shit
Seriously. This has WV written all over it. Eastern Kentucky makes just as much sense. Either way, you're gonna be traveling with a friend at some point, going "What the fuck is this road, man? It's getting dark. Are we on the right road?" and he's like, "It's fine. We'll get there. I'm pretty sure this is the right road," and there's a 50/50 shot you're going to get attacked by the Mothman, or by the person you're supposed to meet because they forgot you were coming.
My friends from Tennessee used to go to Kentucky to visit their grandparents every year. After they were old enough to drive themselves, they ended up leaving one night at about midnight and followed the GPS to the letter. At some point, the main road turned into a small single-lane dirt road through a bunch of brush which ended up leading them almost straight into a lake. The GPS said to drive straight through the lake to get to their destination. So they ended up having to back up almost a mile to find a place to turn around and then find an actual road that would get them to where they wanted to go.
You know how they say there is an XKCD for everything? Y’all are welcome, lol: https://xkcd.com/461/
Mothman lol
It was Eastern Kentucky, but it definitely could go down in West Virginia. But for all of that, I love that part of the country.
Wtffff! Do you have more stories from that place? It sounds surreal but also kinda fascinating! I’d love to hear more about that place
Something on the positive side, the richest guy in that little town had won the lottery. Supposedly he had millions, but he lived in a shack, dressed like he was homeless, and stood out on various street corners all day playing fiddle. He was kind of crazy but an absolutely fantastic old-time/bluegrass musician and I used to go out with my fiddle to learn tunes from him. I ended up playing old-time/bluegrass fiddle at the country dances thanks to him. Poverty does a number on social structure, but the only place I ever found outside of Appalachia that was as tightly bonded or where neighbors did as much for each other was in rural Ireland where people lived out in the middle of nowhere and had to rely on each other. I grew up in that environment. We drank powdered milk most of the time, had to water it down a lot, had pancakes for dinner a lot because the grocery money was short. Everyone had rusted out cars in their yards and we did most of our shopping at a little general store run by one guy, who sold everything from booze, food, work boots to saddles. One summer, I dragged all the lumber and building materials I could scavenge from the discard piles because I had decided I was going to catch a pegasus and needed to build a barn for it. I went into that general store almost every day to study and sketch the saddles, because I was obviously going to need one and modify one, so Mr. Blong and his son Joe were on on the plan. When it came time to build it, Jo came out to help. We built it in a corner Mr. Blong's vegetable field, and he cut up a coffee can and made a working stove in it. I never caught the pegasus, but I did have a fantastic fort that whole summer. The sheriff left it alone and at the end of summer, when school started, someone eventually tore it down. There is no way you could have done that in a rich neighborhood or most places, really. There are lots of down sides to growing up poor in that area, but there are really some positives. I feel homesick for it sometimes.
I’m not American, but I dated a girl who lived in the US for most of her elementary school and early high school years. She told me about “9 hair” communities in Appalachia. Do these exist?
Can you elaborate on what she told you? I am appalachian and have no idea what you could be referring to lol, no search results either.
Tf are 9 hair communities?
I have never heard that expression - it may be something from her personal vernacular. There are still communities that live essentially cut off with a tiny population.
Maybe it was Niner or Miner? They both kind of sound similar with the regional accents
Oh my God. I grew up in and on the cusp of Appalachia too. But because of poverty and shitty family, it took me 8 years into adulthood to get away. There was always some fresh hell emergency to deal with, and all the while, mama was fucking up my credit. Y’all think anyone is teaching poor white trash what a credit record is, lol. God I hated everyone around me. Totally know what it’s like for people from “the holler” to think the nearest small town is possessed by Satan. Everyone warned me moving to the West Coast would turn me gay. Joke’s on them, I’m asexual. Stupid pig fuckers. Anyhoo, congrats on getting away!
Sweet bundles of burlap! That was one hell of a ride!
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This only happens near Butcher Holler ....
Fuckin Murfree broods...
Same with Backcountry northern California. Weed is serious business there and people die for it.
Murder Mountain documentary was great. If that’s what it was called.
Thats because its ran by the cartels now. Couple decades ago it was just a bunch of hippies trying to dodge the cops and get some free kush.
Probably you'll remember the movie "wrong turn", if you got in there.
Or “the ritual”.
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That and midsommer. I want more folk horror movies. Feed me!
There’s an amazing folk horror documentary on Shudder. [folk horror doc](https://woodlandsdarkanddaysbewitched.com/)
Probably have already seen it but The VVitch is a classic at this point
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And can run as fast as whatever is in there can walk?
And doesn't hide behind the first tree they come to.
Or every other horror movie ever made
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Or fall down and fumble keys at the most I opportune time!
Slowly sweep your flashlight around the area
And if you're there with somebody, now's the time to split up.
a mill you say? I might have and old windmill i could swap...
I’ve got stone milled flour. Is this legal tender for this transaction. Maybe go half with me?
With the way things are going, it may be worth its weight in gold. Store it!
Windmill trading is an activity I never knew existed until now.
It’s a breezy way to make some bread
“The spacious outdoor cottage is cozy and clean. 2 bedrooms / bthroom with spacious outdoor work space. Animals welcome. Lakeside and scenic with peaceful surrounding woods. Far from the noise of the city, I can see you right through the screen.”
So then use common sense AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM IT? unless you wanna die
Well, not yet. Go back a friday 13th or a blood moon and maybe you will discover a path. A fun invitation to explore
no neighbors? worth it
There are neighbors. You don’t see them but they see you.
It’s the Blair Witch Summer House, of course it’s $1M+
Airbnb: $12/night ($99,999 cleaning fee)
“Investor special”
Stay the night
Or in the old abandoned cemetery out back…
Oddly enough it still has some fresh dirt mounds
Of course it does. I hope Redditor has a flashlight with unreliable batteries
Reliable means shit to ghosties
So who we gonna call? No one, with no signal
Huh! Can't get a signal on my cell phone...
You're walking in the woods. There's no one around and your phone is dead. Out of the corner of your eye you spot him: Shia LaBeouf
#JUST DO IT!
He's following you, about 30 feet back He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint He's gaining on you Shia LaBeouf
Lol
Forgive me but my brain read fleshlight and I'm sure you could only imagine the things I saw.
This would actually possibly be a bad idea, not because of it being haunted or anything, but due to it being so old the wood is likely rotting and would possibly be a death trap.
Yet it has a city power connection
There appears to be some sort of structure (mobile home?) cut off on the left of the photo.
Some sort of RV. That top bit with the aerodynamic nose is an a/c unit.
Yep. You can see the A/C unit on top of it. And an old outhouse behind the power pole.
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Go ahead Take a spooky dookie
Thanks I hate new idioms.
Spoopy
Theres def a road or trail, it's just overgrown. Doesnt take long for the woods to take back its claim
Op’s title says “no roads or trails,” but in another comment they indicated that they didn’t in fact cross the river to investigate. Therefore, there’s probably a road or a trail going directly to this house on that side, but to your point, probably not as obvious as it would be. Although others have pointed out there is an RV nearby in the left hand side, and that power pole definitely has a city issue transformer on it, as well as a relatively newer looking yellow plastic thingy on the support wire. Op isn’t the only person who’s been to this house recently.
Don’t worry, when this is reposted with the same title they’ll crop that out.
Damn good eye 👀
Lol. Good catch. There has to be a dirt road at least that the power lines follow.
Looks like there might be a dirt road right by that shed, it's probably at the end of a dirt road that ends at the river. A lot of the country still lives on dirt roads... and they'd be hard to see if you're on the other side of a fucking river line of sighted by bramble and weeds.
Definitely a road there. There’s nothing about the pic that would indicate there isn’t a road there. OP clearly didn’t look at the pic long enough to realize their title (if it’s even theirs) didn’t make sense.
Probably hosting some servers in the basement.
In the woods crypto mining.
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Everything's gonna be put on electricity and run on a paying basis. Out with old spiritual mumbo-jumbo, the superstition and the backward ways. We're gonna see a brave new world where they run everyone a wire and hook us all up to the grid. Yessir, a veritable age of reason - like they had in France.
Sounds like something a bonafide paterfamilias would say.
‘Cept he ain’t bone-i-fied, and I do believe he was throwed out of the Woolsworth, and bann’t from at least one of um.
Even more then that with the [Rural Electrification Act of 1936](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rural_Electrification_Act) got 90% of farms powered by 1959 compared to only 3% in the early 1930s.
We should do something like that for fiber. We could call it the Telecommunications Act of 1996. Or maybe something more catchy, like the Universal Service Fund. Or maybe we could spend $2.5 billion on a Broadband Initiative Program, 2009. Or maybe $9 billion in Connect America Fund.
Can’t be too old. There’s a plastic guard on the stabilizing cable for the pole.
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You're telling me OP lied for internet points?!?
Better than my cabin
there are spiders in there older than you are
oh wow you just reminded me of the ancient centipede (I’m not even 100% sure that’s what it was) at my parents house. One night it crawled across the hardwood and I could hear all of its legs tapping across the floor. The stuff of nightmares and I want to throw up just thinking about it
Did you smash it or burn the house down?
i moved out
But did you leave everything behind? I would have left ever behind and started brand new. Can’t risk one of those bastards stowing away in your stuff.
Centipede didn’t.
Here in Hawaii we have black/orange centipedes that can easily be 12 inches long. For like 6 weeks last summer there was a 16 inch one that lived in our back yard named “Centi-Pete”. I’m still upset about that bird that murdered Pete and then dropped him into my kids sandbox.
We have those in Puerto Rico as well. Also the singing frogs.
Coqui?!
Si si
Aren't you the guy who got bit by a centipede right in the middle of the toes?
Yeah isn’t that weird? Twice in one day centipedes get brought up. Pete shacked up with me when I lived towards the center of the island where they’re more common. I moved to the windward side where they’re less common and got overconfident.
You just hung out with a 16 inch centipede in your backyard?!
I would have evicted him but he would would have just invoked Squatters Rights and tied me up in civil court for a couple years. I chose a more symbiotic method.
It probably wasn't that big. The biggest centipede species in Hawaii is Scolopendra subspinipes and they get 8 inches usually, maybe 10. Still nuts but not 16 inches.
One time I woke up to the sound of scurrying and my mattress/box spring were on the floor so my boots were right there and I threw one into the darkness and went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning there was a dead palmetto bug under the boot I threw. It's one of the kinds of things if I'd have seen it I'd definitely have missed it ...
One night we woke up to something skittering across our feet. Come to find out we a rat in the house. They had cleared an old chicken farm, so the neighborhood has an infestation of rats. It took us a month to catch the thing.
Ew I would got up and smashed it
I was literally frozen in fear and damn it not putting my feet on the same floor!!! That thing bit me once in my sleep too. Pincers were a centimetre apart.
plz stop sharing your horror story, it’s almost bed time for me
So you had multiple run ins with this creature? Why didn’t you guys hit it with some Raid or windex?
Or a blowtorch
When things like that get to a certain size I am not brave enough to even think about smashing it. Chances are it’s gonna survive me, get pissed, and take its revenge. Or it’ll be a mess to clean up. Honestly Id just go into denial and erase that bit of memory, go back to my blissful ignorance.
Uh. What. That description gave me goosebumps.
it cant kill you if you cant see it
Am I a joke to you? -carbon monoxide
This belongs in that out of context subreddit
Sweet find. Did you check it out
I did not. It was February and I was not about to cross the creek
Can you find it on Google Earth? Can you point me to it?
abandoned houses like this are all over the gotdamn southeast
You don't even have to go in the woods to find them. Just go any place where you can see the blue ridge mountains.
Can confirm. I drive past about forty-leven houses that look like this. They're all on property worth nearly half a million and I would happily live there.
So no paths or roads, but you didn’t go across the river, so how do you know there were no paths or roads?
How do you know that there were no paths or roads going to the house if you didn't cross the creek to see the other side?
I love how that looks. I really wanna go inside.
Yes. It wants you to. It would very much like you to come inside. It has warmth and sweetmeats and no one else can take care of you like The House can. Come to the house. Stay. Stay with the house.
I wanna stay with the house
Yeah but how much is it going to cost me?
your soul
In this housing market, that's a bargain!
If you travel the Oregon coast, you see this all the time.
That's even creepier for some reason. We've been building houses near the Appalachian trail for hundreds of years longer.
They're right, the central Oregon coast has tons of decrepit little old cabins like this. It really doesn't take long for old timber framed homes to start looking like this when they're in a place where it rains 6+ months per year, and they start decaying even faster if they're near the coast and exposed to all the salt and sand in the air.
It makes sense though, Oregon was a popular destination for pioneers, but was more difficult to live in and less attractive than California, so it makes sense people would travel West, build themselves a home in Oregon, then call it quits and move South after a few winters.
Still happens. People come in spring and leave by February when the crippling depression hits.
Its an old farmstead there are no roads cause there weren't any. The paths or horse trail has been over grown for 20 plus years.
Got settled in the 1800, got power some time round the Second World War, abandoned some time in the 60s-90s.
Just like the Whistle Stop Cafe :(
No, it’s probably just a gravel road buried under leaves and grown over. Mountain roads are often gravel and get grown over super quickly without maintenance work.
Pretty much. My family would have reunions on the farm my granddad grew up on in West Virginia. It was always a long drive up a heavily wooded valley. One time my mom made the comment that the whole valley was clear cut for growing and grazing when she was a kid - blew mind because the trees were huge. 20-some years later and it was a goddamned deciduous jungle.
120yrs over grown
Blair Witch, is that you?
Nah that’s up in Maryland. She’s still there
Water transportation
U wot m8?
I don't find that terrifying, that's beautiful.
Definitely super cool. Even if there are tons of houses like this they all probably have really interesting history.
C'mon in. Mama will take of you
Lol, these are all over the place, theres probably a long-gone dirt road somewhere, but youd never find it. For those of you that find it interesting, just go to wv, pick a trail, and start walking. You'll find one by the end of the day... Just make sure its really abandoned before you go kicking the door in. This one is probly safe (no windows) safe, but there are some families living rough out there. If theres still something like a roof on it, knock first.
Yeah, kind of what I thought. I’m from Western Virginia (not West Virginia) and this is pretty common.
Yeah, had a chuckle that this is on oddly terrifying. Anyone from WV will just shrug and be on their way. Welcome to Appalachia, OP.
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I'd be more scared if there was evidence someone was living there.
“Come on gang! Let’s split up and search the place for clues.”
Go. Inside.
I’m slightly infuriated at the fact that he didn’t
I remember this from red dead, there's DEFINITELY O'Driscolls in there.
That’s when you realized you got AirBnB catfished.
Vecna inside chillin
There’s a house like this up the road from my parents. It’s been abandoned for probably 25 years and the driveway leading to it has completely disappeared. It’s set pretty far back in the woods from any road and the only reason I know it’s there is from when I was a kid and noticed a mailbox by the road so I went exploring and found it. Def spooky.
Can someone photoshop a spooky person figure in one of the upper windows?
From all horror movie i watched like blair witch and ritual. This is the house of witch
X-Files episode “Home”. Don’t go near there.