A recent drive through western Maryland was a lovely respite from the megalopolis of Baltimore/Washington. Here, buildings nudge each other for space, and anything that is more than 25 years old seems at risk of razing. Buildings rarely become charming derelicts - their land is too valuable as the future site of a mega-store that I'll never go to.
So it was a delightful discovery we made on a road just a few feet north of Interstate 68. Visible from the highway, this lovely old place seemed to want just a few ghostly moans and flickering lights to be the perfect haunted house. There are no neighbors to complain - the nearest building is an old barn. Property values don't suffer because the value is in the land. Curb appeal doesn't exist. It's clearly not safe for any but the spirits of the departed, but isn't it still nice to know that such a place exists on Halloween?
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