Earlier we brought your Part One of our adventures at the abandoned, partially demolished, 56-year-old Timbergrove Park apartments. That post covered the parking lot, pool area, and courtyards; this one takes us inside five of the complex's six two-story residential buildings. (All except the one with the asbestos quarantine.)
So come on in!
We are not in Kansas anymore...
Some cupboards were not bare...
(All of those Speed Sticks were empty; evidently this person had a deodorant hoarding fetish.)
There were memories of happy times...
And one scene that freaked me the hell out...
(It's nail polish. I think.)
Some walls were adorned with sweet-natured works of art...
While others were not...
While still others sported the lyrics of Snow Patrol songs...
This one put me in mind of Pompeii, where archaelogists found frescoes picturing the doomed homeowners on the walls of their volcanically entombed abodes.
See what I mean?
It was eerie in there. The smoke alarms were chirping their dead battery alerts in many of the units, and ceiling fans were spinning in others. As you might be able to imagine the smell was dank in the extreme. It was time to go...
