The Smashed House
This was a completely serendipitous find.  I was cruising around Covington to check out a few pawn shops while I was visiting in the area, and I spotted this place from the road, unexpectedly.  It was definitely worth the detour to check it out.


As you can tell, this house was fairly isolated.  The driveway wasn't even paved, and there was a lot of land to the property with none surrounding it developed yet.

To the right of the frame there was a swingset, but it was too distant in the woods to get a good shot of it without getting up close (and I was in a hurry).


Closer in you can see the front of the house is crunched in.  This was typical of the Katrina damage on the northshore.  Pine trees are the predominant species, and (when mature) the variety in these parts tend to only have foliage at the top, so high winds typically snapped them in the middle and tossed the top section about in the breeze until they collided with something... like this house. 

Interestingly, there's no sign of the offending tree here, though I can't imagine what else might have done such a number.  I get the impression it crashed straight down onto the front, judging by what else was done to the front porch and the steps.


Here's a view of the front, straight on.

This pile of debris looks like it was refuse from the house.  I don't know whether this was from spring cleaning or what.  It was immediately behind me when I took the previous shot.

Forget handicapped-accessible; this was barely accessible at all.  The front steps had completely collapsed, so I had to climb them like a ladder from a Nickelodeon game show to get in.

Under the front porch is some more of the house we'll talk about in a bit.


Here's a closer look underneath where I was scared to go and eaten by the goblin that normally sits in that broken old chair. (He's hiding at the moment.)

Once I managed to get onto the porch, here's what I saw: All sorts of random objects from inside.  There's a globe, paperwork, actual trash... 

...and more of the same on the other side of the porch.

...including these books.  The date is probably misleading.  I imagine these were saved.  There were other papers elsewhere inside that had other dates.  There's no telling when the place was actually abandoned.

Here's the front room as you come through the door.  Maybe the ladder is there for renovations (there was other evidence someone had at least made an effort at some point), but I'd like to think it's an art installation.

Other points of interest: The facade on the fireplace is dismantled and there's a psychiatrist's office-style couch in the foreground (the proximal end is cropped by the shot).


Tell me about your mother.

A closer look at the junk in that room.

I wish I'd checked what was inside that bag now.


By contrast with the debris in the front, here's the room off to the side.  The carpet is better looking than the last place I rented when I was single.

The toilet paper was for a prank that never materialized when the owners chickened out.  That's the story I told myself anyway.


More.

Given the presence of a vcr and toilet paper in the same room, I think I'm going to revise that story.  I think we all know what went on here.


The yellow gloves: Tyler Durden's calling card.

Dig that snazzy wallpaper!  Since you can't see it at this resolution (and are probably too lazy or responsible or whatever you want to call it to go see it in person), it's a generic plantation scene that would be boring if it were a painting.  Propagated to these numbers and dimensions, it's just plain nauseating.

One of the back rooms... with up to a half-inch of water.  And remember we're on the second floor technically.

Here's a wider view of this veritable kiddie pool.

The mirrors?  Rapid vampire detectors.


Continue to Part II