This random house was the "place to be" for urban explorers for a while, at least for the ones who like abandoned houses. This one does have something that sets it apart from the rest though. The garden contains a legion of teddy bears.
And a few long term readers might wonder what I'm doing at a place that looks this modern and structurally sound. I know what I said about houses only a handful of blogs ago. Something along the lines of "I know houses are controversial in the urbex world, because for some reason so many urban explorers are hell bent on finding the least decayed one, and that leads them to finding pristine "time capsules" that take us back to the far flung era of 2021, and then the owners family walk in, fresh from the funeral, and say "Excuse me, Mr Urban Explorer, kindly put down my dead nans brassiere," and then the urban explorer goes on Youtube talking about the psycho Karen selfishly trying to ruin their adventure. It's a morally dubious practice, ruined by morally corrupt imbeciles with the combined IQ of an Ikea flatpack wardrobe, and that is why I prefer the absolutely wrecked places. Nobody can misconstrue a wreck."
But this one does have a rather compelling gimmick and it's literally right down the road from where I live, so shut up, Me.
Slipping inside was a piece of piss. The door was wide open, having had its lock broken by youtubers in desperate need of dopamine. Much to my delight, there's still stuff to see.
The tin of various marmalades is quite cute.
There's a big rubber rat on the kitchen counter, and it did make me do a quick double-take. No doubt it's been placed there specifically for that purpose.
"Susie" appears to be the name of the former owner. But I'm really not that interested in disclosing too much else, because it all seems a bit too modern.
Ordinarily with houses, I do like to dig up old census data and track the families back over multiple generations into the Victorian era and beyond. But with places like this, I'm not really interested. This is all too recent. The previous owner probably still has living relatives, and I'm a renegade historian, not a stalker. I'm here to document out of morbid curiosity more than anything.
The lounge all feels a little too arranged too, with its not-quite symmetrical layout and books placed neatly on a central table.
The newspaper is dated 2004, giving an indication of when the home was last occupied. But this just adds to my suspicions. This place has clearly been broken into. The kitchen has been ransacked. Things have probably been nicked. This room is a little too tidy to have been abandoned and exposed to looters since 2004.
Towards the other side of the lounge, my suspicions were confirmed. It's an absolute mess, but the TV stand is positioned in a way that means nobody on the sofa or armchairs would be able to comfortably watch the TV. They were put around that central table for the sake of a photo.
And it's annoying because the thing is, unlike other urbex sites, like factories, cinemas, chapels and
whatnot, houses are a lot more personal. A factory or cinema may become
derelict due to financial reasons. A house usually becomes abandoned
because someone died. This was someones home once. It's an entire
memorial to someones life. I know the state of abandonment gives it a
certain eerie sense of fascination, but there's no excuse for
rearranging these places. A good urbexer won't change anything.
This newspaper has a headline that really hasn't aged well!
It's time to head upstairs!
This room is quite nice. Its circular window makes it pretty quirky, and the pink walls would indicate that the owners granddaughter may have stayed here sometimes.
There's a calendar from 2011 here.
And now onto the best part of any abandoned building, the bathroom.
Still in better condition than the toilets in some pubs and clubs.
There are some documents here, which I understand belong to the homeowners daughter, appropriately censored.
The owner was seemingly a fan of Take That, but that's not surprising. They do seem to have that "mature woman" demographic.
They also supported Wolverhampton football club.
The master bedroom has clearly been rearranged by urbexers. Nobody is going to perch a mirror like that, with numerous books propped up by the wall as if on display. This was staged for shots. There really isn't any such thing as a "time capsule" in urbex. This is just a time capsule of the day the last urban explorer was here.
There's a teeny crucifix next to this book.
Tiny Jesus!
And with the house covered, it's time to head back outside and see the rest of the garden, in all its teddy glory.
So while doing some rudimentary research
on the place, I did learn something rather disappointing. One such
urbexer has apparently staged the whole thing, arranging the teddies
in the garden to make the place look creepy.
And like that, the illusion is shattered.
Rearranging a dead persons house is not the flex you think it is. It certainly isn't urbex. If this was your own grandparents, you'd be miffed.
The thing is, people do
judge someone based on their home layout. I came here wondering what kind of eccentric person lived here, and other people who aren't as open minded may have judged the previous owner as maybe being a bit weird and creepy. And I know it's just words, but maybe the last occupants family won't like their deceased relative being portrayed in that way. Am I making sense?
So the identity of this house has all been staged, perhaps to the owners detriment, all so
that we might all click on some bozos video and add some ad revenue icing on their JSA cake. It's wrong. It's not what urbex is about.
Teddies aside, what we can discern from the garden is that the owners liked gardening and grew their own food. They also had grandchildren, as evidenced by the super soakers.
There's this long plush dog draped over the vegetable patch. Aren't these long plushies actually for practical purposes? They're draught blockers. They go on the ground in front of the door to stop cold air getting in through the crack at the bottom
Apparently it suits some youtubers interests better if it's out here in the garden.
This little owl is cute.
And that's really all I've got for this place. What began as intrigue and wonder was quickly drowned by disappointment as I learned the truth about this place, and now my opinions on other urban explorers have returned to their status quo, which is cynicism and lethargy.
If you are planning on getting into urbex, then my best advice is that your integrity is more valuable than your follower count. A good urban explorer understands that.
Next, I'm blogging about a house I visited years ago and completely forgot about. It's an absolute wreck and I want to share it. I think I need to document something that actually feels abandoned. I always feel a bit dirty after going to places that are trending with the urbex herd. I need to cleanse myself with something awesome.
In the meantime, the best way to stay up to date with my blog is to follow me on social media. I'm on Facebook and Instagram, reluctantly so since both are algorithmic hellscapes. I'm also still on Twitter, which is full of people bitching about women. I'm also on Threads, which is full of people bitching about men. And I'm on Blue Sky and Vero, which seem to be giving a platform to ordinary people who just want to post cool stuff without drama and bickering. I don't know about you, but I'm sick of coming online and being baited into bickering. Just let me post my blog and my photos!
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