There's a farm down in the valley which my house overlooks. In the woods around the farm, there used to be a big old crumbling house - but it's not there any more because one night when I was about twelve I saw lights in the trees where the house was. I went for a walk up there maybe a few weeks later and the house was gone. No patch of soil where foundations had been dug up by someone; no disturbed bushes where the house had been carried away brick by brick. Just grass that looked like it'd been growing for a long time.
I didn't go there today. Instead, I went into the valley and sat by the stream for a bit. It's so peaceful there. But it's also rather ... spooky? That's not quite the right word, but I consider any piece of woodland that has disappearing houses and odd lights as bordering on eerie.
Anyway, I took a few bad photos.
This is the stream, as you might have guessed. I haven't actually been here for five years or so. So while I've been having my insignificant dramas and traumas, it's just been happily winding its way through the dirt.
I know it's just some weird sewer, or tunnel to take the stream under the ground, but I wouldn't go anywhere near it when I was a kid. It looked terrifying then and it still does.
Even now, my imagination goes into overdrive when I look at it. It's really dark and you can't see through to the other side. I'm not even sure where it comes out, or even if it does.
Maybe one day I'll try and squeeze through the bars and go inside. By the looks of one of those metal bars, someone already has. I wonder if they came out again.