I've explored hundreds of abandoned houses over the years but this one was different. At first glance it looked like your typical old farmhouse set back from the main road. As I got a little closer I noticed that all of the windows on the side of the house were covered with aluminum foil. At first I didn't think much about it. I walked around the back of the house and saw that the kitchen door was open. I had to go in. The house was clearly abandoned. There was insulation hanging down from the ceiling and a horrible smell of mold and mildew. It was very dark inside so I opened one of the shades over the kitchen sink. Wow, this place was totally trashed. There was stuff everywhere and most of the ceiling panels had collapsed into the room. Personal belongings were everywhere along with cobwebs and mold. This place looked like it had been abandoned for 40 years ... yet the calendar on the wall said 2013. I opened the fridge and it was still full of food. The date on the eggs was March, 2014.
I snooped around the kitchen for awhile and peeked in a few cabinets and drawers. That is when I noticed the strangest thing — sheets of aluminum foil on the inside of the cabinet doors and also lining the kitchen drawers. Hmm. Not just one, but all. It was even behind the pictures hanging on the kitchen wall. Very strange.
Next stop was the dining room. It was totally ransacked and overwhelming. Stuff everywhere. No graffiti or animal poop, though. The living room was messy but nothing like the two previous rooms. Personal belongings included books, furniture, paperwork, computers, radios, knick knacks ... even a full liquor cabinet. Windows in the living room were covered in foil and there was also a large piece of foil taped to the wall. I removed foil from two of the windows to get some natural light in the house.
The more I looked around, the more foil I noticed — sometimes just a random patch of it on a wall or on the floor. In other rooms it was covering the windows.
Compared to the rest of the house, the foyer looked practically untouched. The front door was unlocked and opened easily. It was nice to get a breath of fresh air before exploring the rest of the house. As I closed the front door I noticed the foil on the back of it. I passed through the foyer into the bathroom. Foil city. There was foil on the walls and even on the ceiling above the tub. It was also behind everything in the medicine cabinet. Oddly enough, there was no foil on the bathroom window.
The more I looked around, the more foil I noticed — sometimes just a random patch of it on a wall or on the floor. In other rooms it was covering the windows.
Compared to the rest of the house, the foyer looked practically untouched. The front door was unlocked and opened easily. It was nice to get a breath of fresh air before exploring the rest of the house. As I closed the front door I noticed the foil on the back of it. I passed through the foyer into the bathroom. Foil city. There was foil on the walls and even on the ceiling above the tub. It was also behind everything in the medicine cabinet. Oddly enough, there was no foil on the bathroom window.
There were two ways to get upstairs: the stairs in the foyer or the stairs in the kitchen. I went up the stairs in the kitchen, that way the rest of the house would be in front of me and I wouldn't be coming up in the middle of it. Kind of a feng shui thing. The bedroom at the top of the stairs was over the kitchen. The blinds were down and did not have any foil on them but there were sheets of foil all over this room. Nothing made sense in this house. Why foil here but not there?
I passed a bathroom at the top of the stairs. It was trashed, although I have to say — the toilet paper looked brand new.
I passed a bathroom at the top of the stairs. It was trashed, although I have to say — the toilet paper looked brand new.
What I saw next sent chills through me. Looking from one bedroom into another I could see what looked like an entire room wallpapered in aluminum foil. The only light in the room was coming from the hallway. My curiosity was stronger than my fear so I moved closer. I stood in the doorway and saw aluminum foil in every direction. Not only was it over the windows, but it was on the walls and on the ceiling and on the floor. It was also on the bed. It was as if aluminum foil was being used as a blanket. On the doorframe itself was a broken motion detector. There was so much foil that it took me a minute to realize that there were windows in this room in the first place. They had been completely covered.
There was clothing in the closets and underwear and socks in the dresser but at the same time, the place was trashed. The bed was even in the middle of the room. There was no electricity and no running water ... and more cobwebs than the Munster's house.
I started snapping pictures like crazy, knowing I might never have the nerve to go back in that house once I got out of it. It was the strangest thing I have ever seen. I ended up going down the main staircase, knowing that the front door would be there at the bottom. My mind was racing. Who had lived here? I was trying to understand why one room would be covered in aluminum foil. WAS someone living there now? Would they be coming home soon? Were they trying to stay warm or were they trying to keep the aliens out?
I started snapping pictures like crazy, knowing I might never have the nerve to go back in that house once I got out of it. It was the strangest thing I have ever seen. I ended up going down the main staircase, knowing that the front door would be there at the bottom. My mind was racing. Who had lived here? I was trying to understand why one room would be covered in aluminum foil. WAS someone living there now? Would they be coming home soon? Were they trying to stay warm or were they trying to keep the aliens out?
I felt safe once I got down to the first floor so I took one more look in the liquor cabinet. I got down really low and spotted a square aluminum container tucked in the back. It turned out to be someone's ashes and that someone's name was written on it. Who puts a dead person's ashes in their liquor cabinet? So strange. I took a picture of it and left.
As soon as I got home I looked up the name, the address and everything I could possibly find out about that house. There were three male names that kept coming up. The ashes belong to Male #1, who died at the age of 61 in 1994. Male #2 died in 2008 at the age of 88. According to the internet, Male #3 is alive and well and is 53 years old.
So where is he?
Google says he still lives THERE.
I've driven by that house many times since my first visit in September of 2019. I get goosebumps when I see that all of the windows that I had uncovered to let the light in are now covered again.
So where is he?
Google says he still lives THERE.
I've driven by that house many times since my first visit in September of 2019. I get goosebumps when I see that all of the windows that I had uncovered to let the light in are now covered again.
