Aggressively realistic survival horror or estate agent photos? You decide!

Okay, now I know it's pretty lazy to say that a rough, dilapidated place feels like Silent Hill, same with foggy streets (although, to be fair, I will always make that joke when there's fog on Sunderland Street. I mean come on, it's right there) but this place legitimately gave me Blue Creek Apartments flashbacks. Not going to show the outside of the house for privacy reasons, obviously, but for the record, on the outside at street level, it looks perfectly normal. There's a slightly worn out old gate, but that's not really a reliable indicator of the true horrors within... brace yourself, we're goin' in (but only via the medium of photos, fortunately.)


We start lightly - the living room is bleak but with some TLC, it would likely make a nice space. Bay windows are always a winner, a very charming feature indeed. (Also, only just noticed - is that a model giraffe in the fireplace?!)

The kitchen is where things are stepped up a notch. It's pretty run-down in itself, but the utility room beyond... the true extent of the horrors await in there.

Seriously, the state of this 'ere. Now can I get away with the Silent Hill comparisons? This is nightmarish! Never again will I complain about the lean-to flooding at the House of Spiders - that was practically The Ritz compared to this! (Also what is with that tiny little window on the counter there? Is it for spying at ginnel-cats in the night?)

The hanging basket does nothing to rescue this room from the atmosphere of despair - if anything, it makes it worse. Someone go save those flowers! (On second thought, don't, just noticed the floor's rotten, leave it out.)

A grim bedroom with a dour, disused fireplace (no giraffe this time.)

Death-trap attic entrance right next to the yawning void over the stairs. Just. Why would you. Is the ladder just hanging there because the mechanism's fucked or because it's been put to work at some juncture by some absolute daredevil mad-lad and someone just didn't put it back properly? Who knows.

Two words: murder garage. Also, are there plants growing through the ceiling there?

The garden likewise offers a skeleton of what appears to have once been a greenhouse, and a plant pot graveyard.

And a shed, which looks ashamed of its surroundings. Entirely fair.

As a bonus, we have another house which to be fair, is perfectly normal both inside and out - I think it'd make a gorgeous place for someone to live. Where is starts getting ominous is in this little yard out back...

Don't get me wrong, I love old buildings; one of my favourite things about this town is that it's been around since the 13th century, so there are loads of buildings from over the centuries, plenty of different styles of architecture, loads of interesting historical features and odd, squirrelling streets...

... THIS, however, is genuinely reminding me of the catacombs in The Evil Within, though. I can only imagine that grim-looking table there is where Count Boxface gets to work on his victims. That is the only explanation. I'd imagine this one's been strategically shot to keep all the manacles, chains and torture devices out of view. That curved ceiling and the cute little window are interesting features, though, I'll give it that.

What appears to be some kind of corpse chute here, and probably a barrier beyond which there'll be a howling tunnel leading into an eternal void. Again, only logical explanation. There's no explanation in the listing other than "Light installed." The estate agents are likely in cahoots with whatever evil lurks here.

Now, I am a curious person, always keen for opportunities to check out parts of buildings you don't normally get to see - even went up a bell tower in a 17th century church once, despite having horrendous acrophobia and needing to climb an absolute death trap of shitty old ladder in order to do so - it was a fascinating place! But yeah, this cellar, not a bloody chance, mate.

Anyway, thus concludes today's horror-themed estate agent tour. Remember to put a circle of salt 'round whatever device you may have viewed this on, just in case, and stay safe.

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