This place in unbelievable. A true, true gem. And it's not just this house. It was a whole neighborhood, completely abandoned except one single house, next to this one, being tended to by a hunched, mountainous man with a silver mustache and a blue Navy baseball hat. Oh, the memories of this place he must have.
Every street is canopied by magnificent leafy oaks and teaming with some of the most brilliant coral and fuchsia azaleas I've ever seen. Tennis courts, still gated, with cracked floors haven't seen a match for decades. Birds chirped and tweeted from low-hanging branches, Spanish moss dripping overhead, pronouncing the spooky brilliance, the still beauty of such an odd and interesting place. Brendan and I could only imagine how remarkable such a place must have been when people actually lived there.
There's no way something so fabulous isn't haunted. Like I said, any stylish ghost would be silly to pass such a remarkable place up.
Outside of the neighborhood and closer to the shipyard, we found this abandoned old church and some other cool buildings:
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