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hometoursandotherstuff · 28 days

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Maybe it's a filter on the photos, but for some reason this 1926 (reno'd in 2021) home, called "The Glen" creeps me out. It's located in Boardman, OH, has 5bds, 7ba, and the owner is offering the buyer a $5000 shopping spree for the furniture and accessories inside. (Maybe I'm not the only one who feels creeped out- it's been on the market for 238 days.) $679,500. Take a look:

3 keyboards in the combination living/dining room. One looks like a harpsichord. What could you even pick here for $5000?

Formal living room.

Why did they take this photo that looks like they're standing on the counter? Is it sunken? Look at the ceiling of backlit stained glass.

Another keyboard. Guess these photos were taken around the holidays when it first hit the market.

The stairs go all the way up.

They've got nice carving and spindles.

Not liking the stairwell too much. Maybe it's the portrait. I don't know if this one is an extension of the other one, but they're all together in the realty's photos.

Dark ornate bath.

A full size bar.

The bar decorated in another style.

There's also a dining room down here in the rec room.

But, that's not the only bar. There's this one, too.

And on this side of the bar, there's an informal table & chairs. The rec room kind of resembles a furniture store showroom.

Kind of an odd windowless kitchen down here.

A family room.

Another keyboard.

A roaring fire that looks big enough to be able to walk into.

This bedroom has built-ins and a fireplace. Looks like a guest room

The primary bedroom has a very high bed platform. There's also space around the fireplace for a full living room.

One of the other bedrooms.

The patio decor reflects the style of the interior.

The garden looks nice.

I would call this a trench, but it's probably a water feature.

Looks like room for 5 cars. The property is 1.25 acres.

https://www.redfin.com/OH/Youngstown/78-Newport-Dr-44512/home/66499290

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aintxistencia · 4 months

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Childhood's over. 25/11

#my photos #aesthetic #photography #creepy #urbex #liminalcore #rural #forest #house #creepy houses

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mila2010 · 2 years

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Roofs, Eduard Kolokolov

#fantasy city #illustration art #creepy houses

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chaoticdesertdweller · 2 years

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Newtown, Pennsylvania c.1948

Found on Zillow Gone Wild, this place screams "serial killer's home". From the random toilet stairs and spooky wood paneled cubbies (for hiding bodies) to the murder garage and well (also for hiding bodies). 😳

**Not my pics. Real estate listing.**

#old houses #creepy houses #old ghosts #pennsylvania #zillow gone wild #not my pics #old architecture #strange interior #interior design #toilet stairs #bad vibes #yikes

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pseudospectre · 6 months

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#polls #hauntings #Halloween #creepy #poltergeist #ghosts #haunted House #this radio ain't gonna haunt itself #spooky season #probably i could have come up with better ones #and I'm sure as soon as i hit post I'll remember one i wanted to include #but oh well #get haunted idiot

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r08s · 2 months

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onyxfaustus · 10 months

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Creel House

#art #darkart #stranger things #creel house #abandoned houses #creepy houses #creepy art #my art #traditional art #painting #outsider art #goth art #onyx faustus #fan art #stranger things fan art

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theboysfromaustin · 1 year

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My paternal grandparents' house was built in the late 1800s, and I believe they acquired it in the 1960s or 70s. Spent a good deal of time at that house, much as I could, my dad dragging us from Michigan to Indiana (ew) to Texass to Tennessee and back to the garbage state for computer work. Lot of summers, lots of Thanksgivings, maybe a couple Christmases. Large chunk of my family, paternal and maternal lives (or lived) around southwestern Michigan.

That house had an air of fucked-upedness.

It was a two story house, kind of Victorian, I guess? Lot of gingerbread trim. Very pretty. It had a basement as well, I don't remember an attic - I never went into one, the basement was bad enough.

The basement was very large, and had a set of stairs (which I have fallen down), and had two distinct sections - the vaguely scary one with the washer and dryer along with The Closet, which is where my father told me a monster named Oscar lived. He now denies this. Classy.

The other half of the basement was, when my grandfather was alive (he died in 98 or 99) both awesome and ball-retractingly terrifying. He had a big, badass electric train setup. I am a man who can appreciate a fine train landscape and this thing was the tits.

The bad part was, this section was well-lit. The rest of this godforsaken hole in the ground was pitch goddamn black, and just full of…stuff, looming menacingly in the shadows. I did not go beyond the light down there, because I was terrified. I was last in this house for Thanksgiving 2014, and I was sent to the basement to look for a pitcher. No pitchers, but at least 5 coffee makers. I looked through the door into the doom pit, felt my stomach clench in terror, and fled.

Nobody liked that fuckin' basement. Redfin photos from when my aunt moved my grandma out due to that fucker Alzheimer's don't even go in the dark half.

Don't blame them, I don't think realtors get paid enough to potentially be dragged to hell.

First floor was fairly normal, except my mom once saw the ghost of an old lady in the kitchen. Also to note, the door frames in this place were low as shit. I'm 5 foot 7, and by the time puberty punched me repeatedly in the pituitary gland, I was constantly getting bonk bonk on the head and learned to start ducking. There was also an office that, after my mom started using oxygen 24/7, had a bed set up in it for our visits.

Also, one time a squirrel got in the house and terrorized my grandmother over the course of a few days. It was one of those lil' fuckers introduced by John Harvey Kellogg. You know, that cereal fucker.

Upstairs was a bitch and a half to get to. I think my grandfather, my delinquent dad and his delinquent brothers installed the Death Stairs. Did a shit job. They were steep, they were narrow, and they were covered in the slipperiest carpet the 60s or 70s could barf up. Everyone hated these stairs. I've always been stomping around in natural clown shoes, so these were A Special Challenge. I think most people in the family fell victim to the stairs at some point or another, but I managed to fall from the first step down, Zetsu Tenrou Battouga'd my ass all the way to the hardwood floor below where I slammed onto my back.

Had a goddamn Rorschach test black and blue mark on my whole damn back after that.

Maybe that explains why my spine hurts so bad now at 34.

Huh.

Upstairs, there were 3 bedrooms and a bathroom with a shower. The one bedroom was my grandparents', the other two were the guest rooms. My sister generally stayed in the middle room after my parents started using the downstairs one, don't know how they both fit, that bed sucked. It was narrow, the mattress was hard, and would tilt dangerously if you didn't stay dead center.

This room was adorned with photos of dead relatives, like really old photos where nobody is smiling and their eyes are emotionless because Emoting Was A Sin. I don't know how my sister stayed in there with the scary photos because she's a total wiener about horror movies who had to come sleep in the bed with me after my mom took her to see Blair Witch. And The Ring.

I always got stuck in the room next to the bathroom.

That room was….awful.

First of all.

From the time I could be in a Big Boy Bed without falling out and dying from cracking my soft, egglike head on the hardwood floor, there was a fucking baby crib in front of the wardrobe, which at least kept it closed and the Narnia shit at bay. Now, for whatever reason, probably my Chihuahua-level anxiety, this baby crib scared the everloving piss out of me.

But Ian, it's just a crib, how is that scary? I don't know, my brain is a mess, but the FEAR of waking up in the night and hearing Baby Noises™ was sufficiently terrifying as was the prospect of getting up to use the bathroom and there being some….thing….in the crib. You know, like in Eraserhead.

But that wasn't the worst part, somehow. Oh no.

The bed was in a corner. Now, for some reason I can only describe as "total bullshit" there was a closet on the wall, you know, with a door as well as another, tiny closet a few feet up the wall, about half the height of the normal closet. The bed blocked it, but the top of the door frame ended maybe 6 inches above the mattress.

This had no solid door.

This had a curtain that was supposed to protect me from whatever nightmares lurked within. This was horrifying, because it was at such a perfect height for me to fling a limb into The Unknown. Which was absolutely god damned TERRIFYING. I don't even know what was stored in there. Ain't no way I was looking, either. I tried sleeping on the other side of the bed, away from the danger hole, but I am not what anyone would call a "serene sleeper." One vacation, I had to share a hotel bed with my sister, and at one point, according to her, I "sat up, violently elbowed her in the gut, and rolled over."

This does sound like me, so I believe it.

So, inevitably I would trundle across the bed and back to the object of danger. Can't sleep on the floor to mitigate this problem because there was ALSO a motherfucking trap door, which was partially covered by the rug. I don't know what was down there. Probably spiders. Maybe whatever cryptid was lurking Michigan. Maybe the Dogman was hitching around Berrien county, I don't know.

Fuck that room.

I kind of would have liked to have owned that house so I could uncover the vast amounts of crazy bullshit that lurked within its walls, but I am not a rich man, and it honestly needed a lot of repair work done.

Also the stairs would have eventually claimed my life, this I know.

Also, there was a large garage in the back with an attic filled with things. All I remember being in there was a vintage ride-on Dalmatian toy that had a terrible face (and I’ll post a photo from eBay) and, given the rest of the shit about that house, probably rolled around there on its own.

Christ.