The house was extremely isolated and looked as if no one had been inside for years.
Inside of the house, there were lots of books focused on language (dictionaries, grammar & phonetics).
A bucket with beans spilling out.
Vines were slowly taking over the entire house, creeping in from the windows and winding themselves down the drapes.
One nearly made it’s way over to an old lace shawl or dress.
A tiny straw tiger was found in the corner, a beautiful remnant of childhood.
The creepy doll’s head with no eyes? Not so much.
A long boot…
Measurement guides and recipes lined the walls.
This, at one time, used to be a quaint farm house with a pet.
There were lots of these trophies inside, too. Someone had a penchant for darts.
The simple, but beautiful, view from the kitchen window.
The drapes were so tattered, but even they were oddly beautiful.
There was only one spot of graffiti in the house, thankfully it didn’t take away from the eerie beauty too much.
Vines creeped in from all angles.
And a final message, who knows when this was left.
Source: Reddit