I drove up this road with Jess and saw the house outside my right window. Mind you we’ve seen many houses, but this one stood out on the rainy and lonely night, the evening we were driving back to our house after a long days work in the field. The house caught my imagination and wanted to know the history of it. I have lately been infatuated with haunted houses and thought this one might be up for a prize or two. The feeling once I got out of the car to take pictures, it felt my presence and I knew it was aware that I was there, none the less taking photographs of it with my Canon, film camera. About ten years ago, I had gone to a place in Lincoln Park New Jersey to take photographs of what I considered haunted grounds. I opened up the shutter and took a few pictures. The camera never gave me a problem before, but as soon as I took the picture of what I thought of as a presence in front of me, the camera broke. It jammed and then broke itself beyond repair. Well, it just so happened that the same thing happened while photographing the Terraces mansion in Montclair New Jersey.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
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The place in general creeped me out. I enjoyed the fact that I was feeling something. So both Jess and myself started photographing the house from the street. I went through a couple snapshots off of my Canon, then just as I thought I might have seen something or felt something behind the curtain next to the door, the camera jammed, then it shut itself off completely. I took off the lens and had a problem putting it back on. It was stuck, out of nowhere. It immediately brought me back to the incident in Lincoln Park. I have to say this place was more than haunted with its eerie landscape and obvious neglect. It spoke. The house wanted me to know that. The words themselves were unnecessary, but it knew that too. It just wanted to tell us that something happened here. The wounds were deep and the years trying. And just as I was about to capture the photograph through the living room window, the camera decided to quit out on me and break, the shot jammed and couldn’t follow through. The camera looks just about done for. The house still stands, though creepy as it looks. We both felt it haunted, and my camera was the a victim of my curiosity.
