I shared from.my last blog about our old hoise where I used to live when I was young. It is located in the mountain area, far from the city, and it has been many years since I last saw it. I already expected it to look worn out, but when I arrived, the sight of it still surprised me. The house that once felt warm and full of life now looked abandoned, quiet, and very old.
As we walked closer, I could see weeds growing everywhere. Tall grass surrounded the house, and vines were crawling up the walls. The wooden parts of the house looked weak and faded, and the roof had dark stains. It was nothing like the clean and lively home I remembered. Back then, I used to run around here, play with friends, and feel safe. But now, it looked like something you would see in a haunted movie.
When we entered, the air inside was dusty and cold. The rooms were dark even in daylight, and the floors creaked with every step. It felt like the house was breathing slowly, quietly watching us explore it again. If someone wanted to film a haunted scene, this house would be perfect. The walls were cracked, the windows were covered with dirt, and the old furniture was broken and scattered. Everything looked untouched for many years.
As I moved deeper into the house, I saw even more signs of how long it had been abandoned. Spiderwebs hung in the corners like thin curtains, and dust covered everything. The smell was old and musty, the kind of smell that tells you stories about time passing and people leaving. I remembered how bright this house used to be when sunlight would shine through the open windows. Today, even the light coming in felt dim and weak.
While standing in one of the small rooms, I suddenly heard a soft flapping sound. When I looked up, I saw bats hanging from the wooden beams. Some of them flew out quickly, brushing their wings against the walls. It gave the place an even stronger haunted feeling, the kind that makes your heart jump a little. I never imagined that the house would turn into a home for bats, but I guess that’s what happens when a place is left alone for so long.
Even though the house looked scary and abandoned, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of sadness and nostalgia. This was once our home. I remembered where we ate, where we slept, where we laughed. I remembered the moments I shared with my family inside these same walls. Now, the echoes of those memories felt far away, almost like they belonged to a completely different world.
Walking through the house felt like walking through the past, but the present showed a very different picture. I imagined how lively it used to be compared to the silence now. It made me realize how fast things change when no one takes care of them. A place that was once full of warmth can slowly turn into something cold and forgotten.
Before leaving, I took one last look at the house from the outside. The weeds, the broken walls, the dark windows it all made the house look like a ghost of what it once was. Still, I was grateful I visited. Even though it looked abandoned and eerie, it reminded me of a part of my childhood.
This old mountain house may look haunted now, but for me, it will always be a place full of memories.