G R E E
N A C R E S
Time is a continual
over-dropping of moments, which fall down one upon the other and
evaporate --Jean Paul
Green Acres, Matawan, New
explored & photographed by:
one morning after dropping off a friend at the train station in
Matawan, I became intrigued by all of the interesting old architecture
and shady back roads I saw as I drove back through the town, and I
just couldn't resist a detour. One shadowy, sparsely populated lane in
particular beckoned me, and I drove down it for a bit before coming to
an intersecting road where a glimpse of color spotted through the
foliage caught my eye...
I decided to check it
out. The place sat a good distance back from the road on a corner lot
and nearly hidden by really dark, thick woods. A hand-lettered sign
nailed to a tree read 'Green Acres'. As I got closer, I could
see a pink shingled house almost overgrown with foliage and studded
with gaping, jagged broken windows. A rusty bike lay tipped over in
the yard, and, despite it's neglected appearance, this place had the
feeling of being... inhabited.
The doors and
windows on the ground level were nearly impassable with creeping
vines; I'd have to head up the steps to a side porch, and through
a screen door, if I was gonna go in. And, I wasn't too sure that I
really wanted to. See, this place had such a very spooky, watchful
vibe... I couldn't shake the feeling that it was not empty.
And ya know, you never know who (or what??!!!) can be
lurking inside of any dark desolate abandoned old place. Still, curiosity, and the cat, and all that...... I could not
I entered the
gloomy house- anemic sunlight trickled in through ragged window
shades, barely providing any light at all. Continuing on, I found
a small, cluttered kitchen- it was a mess, stuff was strewn all over
the place. A window-like opening in the wall gave a glimpse into
the murky living room, which hadn't fared much better. All
throughout the place, I could smell the fetid scent of something
decaying and... dead.
Down a dim
hallway I found a dust-shrouded bathroom, and a pitch-dark room
filled with debris. Climbing a set of stairs, I discovered a very
tiny, low-ceilinged, attic-like room with a sloping roof decorated
with a childlike border of dinosaurs; a window looked down onto a
deflated child's pool lying half-buried in the tangled yard below.
There was not much else to see in the empty little room so I went
back down to the main floor, where I found a narrow stairway which
led down to the ground level. I headed down...
I found myself in
some sort of rec room, where pieces of a tattered board games and
faded bingo cards littered the floor. For some reason this part of
the house felt even more oppressive, as if someone was hidden in
the shadows, watching. I felt distinctly uncomfortable, and began
to want to get out of there. I checked out the doorway that I had
seen from outside, but it was firmly enmeshed with vines and
foliage and couldn't be opened, so I had to head back upstairs,
which felt somehow much spookier now.
This time I
didn't linger in the stifling, creepy interior... I headed back
outside onto the raised side porch and back into the fresh air.
From the higher vantage point, I could see remains of a tattered
old basketball hoop in the yard, and bits of some ramshackle
buildings out back. I headed down into the back yard and waded
through waist-high greenery to get a peek at a decaying swing set
nearly obscured by wild plants. There was something both sad and foreboding
about all of the child's toys lying discarded around the abandoned
home. Through thick leaves and brambles I noticed the structures
that had caught my eye from the porch, and headed over to check
In a clearing out back,
a series of haphazard outbuildings stood alongside a decrepit old
Coachmen camper, but before I could really explore any of it, I heard a
noise from inside the camper. Then another. It sounded like something of
a pretty large size shifting around in there. The next time I heard the
shuffling sound and saw the camper shift slightly with movement,
I decided that it was time for me to go. Being all alone (and in a
pretty isolated area), I didn't much wanna stick around to figure out
what- human or animal- was in there moving around, so, I decided
to beat feet. With a few last glances over my shoulder at the place, I
headed down the weed-dotted, overgrown driveway and back out to the road
where my trusty Shady Lady awaited me for a
speedy getaway... and, as I left, I could've sworn I felt the tingle of
unseen eyes upon me.
alongside this place there was also another weird and creepy abandoned
building... 'Building 265'... (complete with strange trophies arranged
all around the place, and mysterious bloody tissues in the brush
outside) but... that's a story for another time... *wink*
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