railroad ghost towns, hauntings and horrors

we found ourselves in the old railway lands of southern utah, exploring dirt roads that lead to unknown and forgotten places.

where once the trains passed through and workers and farmers abounded, now there are bereft shops and crumbling buildings.

this suspension bridge burnt down just two years ago and now remains a bridge to nowhere, a ghastly sight in a bleak landscape....

the stories creeping through these planks and bones slip out to drift along behind us, whispering in our ears, pale and quiet and plaintive...

i find myself imagining unnamed horrors under these floors, a rusted latch chills my blood:

or perhaps illicit affairs, the brothel's secret dealings, the smoky rose light of forbidden boudoirs...

or the lonely wails of a distraught mother crying for her lost child...

or a little girl, broken and alone, fragmented by the shatters of this forsaken place...

dark doorways  open to decay...

cellars open into a terrible and stifling blackness of ancient tumbleweeds and silence

where once there was commerce, order, daily duties and attention to detail....

now there is only dust.

even a tiny child can sense the disaster and gripping fear that evades an abandoned place...

the sudden cold wind of nothingness where once there was life...

the discarded dreams...

the sheer and deathlike vacancy...

the destruction of time...

the bewildering sense of hollowness...

in a place where you can never go home.

i let my imagination run wild out there under a sinking silver desert sun in a place made of dry bones and dead walls.

thanks for coming along...