Posted 7 years ago
SpiritBear
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It was clear that the railroad was no longer used, for plants were growing up around sinking rails, and animals' burrows had kicked up high mounds.
This time I had brought my camera. The day was even grayer, and rain periodically fell in gentle mists just as the whole week was to be wet. Still, I was determined to get the photos then before any sort of change would have occurred to the area.
The night before I was somehow terrified of the particular train I was going to see. I had a nightmare about what must lie inside waiting for me. That is a rare thing, and I'm not sure why it kept eating away at me.
I continued toward it to take pictures but as I went to cross the road to the area, a police officer showed up. I spotted him coming and made it look like I had used the railroad as a short-cut to get to this road, where I then took a right. He waited there, so when he left I noted the direction he was going (to 'double back around') and I continued walking for about ten minutes.
I then returned to the area and quickly walked onward toward the abandoned cars in the trees. I gained them and ducked into the brush where I disappeared from view and spent a while taking pictures and exploring.
I climbed a car and peered through a shattered window to the torn-apart interior. My nightmare suggested a most dark and evil place, but albeit vile, it was brightly lit and not evil in appearance. I continued on.
It was a bit chilly out, and the leaves dripped onto me and brushed me with water, but I kept my camera dry and went deeper till I hear a branch snap and ducked low in silence, attempting to figure out what it may have been caused by.
Everything went silent again-- may I add, I recall having not once heard a bird or cricket like in my own town, likely adding to the eeriness of the area I experienced a few days prior.
I began creeping, stooped over, back toward end. Finally, the end came in site-- it was just the chassis of a stripped-out train car that fell off the tracks into the dirt where it may forever lay. Behind that, the land, too, fell away.
I had reached the end of the line and turned around, crawling under the enormous cars and being wary of the shattered glass.
On this day I saw a few people. The town seemed less eerie. No birds. Little colour. A stray cat. An abandoned farm-house out of town may be the next place I take a look around. Its rotting eeriness seemed more inviting than the town, though. I know not why, but it is so.
That is very neat. You won't run across abandoned train cars like that around here.
SB, I've noticed several times in your narrations, encounters with police & your obvious fear of them. When I am in the States, I notice that attitude in the general population. I've wondered why ?
O Roy O Roy Is That Your Horse, thank you.
FortApache, I was just visiting a town I'd never been to before and happened to run across them.
Blunderbuss, they'll question you if you just "walk funny" here. My out-of-state neighbours/coworkers say they're more serious here than elsewhere. They never smile at people over 14, never have much nice to say, don't joke or take jokes, and would likely cite me if I made one of my really bad puns. One wanted to seize my dogs just because they got out of the fence and were running around the neighborhood. He threatened they'd be gone if it happened again.
Interesting place. I never saw anything like this in my life.
There are many in Europe and the Western U.S.
I've searched for bottles a lot at the edge of people's properties and just outside them. They often feel most uncomfortable. LOL.
Sounds like a neat place.
I like construction areas. I find coins and insulators in those.
Over here our society seems to care little, thankfully, else myself and a number of other diggers would be considered public enemies to them. Many historical groups find us to be horrible and damaging, yet we display and make known our finds whereas they would catalog it and box it away for ever. I catalog where I found what and when, in what context and expected age.
Sounds like the people have run out of freedoms to give away.
Valentino, our public museum was very disinterested in what I've dug up from Muskegon's past. I never figured out why.
I really like the "frozen in time" or "living" museums where it looks like we've just stepped back in time.