We had to wade through deep dry grass to get to the door (rattlesnakes anyone?). Inside I rescued two frantic trapped birds. There was a half empty jar of pickles in a cupboard and a can of evaporated milk on the stove. One bedroom (only that ONE room) was full of buzzing flies. The sounds was just like Amityville Horror. My friend Mary finally said, "I can't stay here. This place is bad", and she left out this door. I took this photo just before I left too. Inside the energy was very bad, then looking out you see the green grass and hear the birds. Its like walking around inside of a cancer. Very wierd.