The Murder House: Shades of an Interior

I just realised I still hadn’t posted part 2 of The Murder House. The house is long gone now and the land has been subdivided and is currently for sale as part of a new estate. I still picture the Murder House every morning when I walk past though. I imagine the long grass around the house, dancing in the wind, an air of desertion about the place. I imagine who might have originally lived there and what happened to them. I think about who came after them and why they left. And I think about the last people to live there, because they made the place what it was before it was pulled down. And it had been badly neglected.

These photos were taken the first day after the demolition crew moved in and began pulling the house down. We hadn’t been able to get in before as the house was locked so by the time we had access some of the walls had already been removed, but the creepiness remained...

One of the things we did notice was that a false ceiling had been added at some stage. In the living area above us was the beautiful nine foot ceiling someone, for whatever reason (I’m thinking that maybe it was to stash ill-gotten gains) had installed. In some of the photos you can see the false ceiling and in the sixth photo if you look at the top right hand side of the photo you can see where some of the ceiling has been pulled away and above that is the original ceiling. I thought I had taken a photo of it but I can’t seem to find it.

The Murder House might be gone, but it remains in my memory and in photographs. Every time I think about the house, every time I walk past it, I get to wondering about the story I will set there. No doubt one of many to come.