Number 22

by Ellen in ,


I'm usually a total stickler about over-editing photos, but I had to turn this into a daguerreotypeish photo because it looked as creepy as I felt going in here. This is the Little Red Schoolhouse. One might assume it was used for learning in the 19thish century. No, it is a Masonic temple in the middle of nowhere. It was strangely open on a Sunday evening, and I got a tour of it. Just by coincidence. I felt like if I hadn't gotten out of there before the sun went down, I would be used as a sacrifice or initiated into somehow being a Mason, brainwashed for all eternity to live in this house alone. I mean, sign me up for Are You Afraid of the Dark? Gives me the willies just thinking about it.