The only song we heard walking through fields of tall grass as we approached this abandoned farmstead, was the North Dakota wind as it howled through the branches of the old Maple trees. The excitement grew as we came closer to the house. The wonder of what you may find as the old rickety door is pushed open, is like reading the first pages of a novel. Sometimes it grabs you and pulls you in, other times it just holds your attention. There wasn’t much left as the plaster of the walls started disintegrating long, long ago. The trusty Hoover is still waiting to clean up the mess time has left behind.
Each of these properties hide a plot line (with or without clues) and the fun part for me is to create the characters and scenario played out in times past.