JERM IX:
This bedroom is in remarkable condition considering the mould and decay that has devoured the rest of the house. It is this room, that is watched over by the Angel with a Crown of Thorns.
JERM IX:
The rocking chair and the rotary phone. I stood here for a few moments, pondering all of the conversations that may have taken place right in this spot, and all of the emotions that would have been felt here.
JERM IX:
The Angel with a Crown of Thorns rests on the window sill in the bedroom, draped in a cloak of spider webs.
JERM IX:
The kitchen has rotted around the dishes, which are only half done. It appears that someone just walked off halfway through doing the dishes, and never came back.
JERM IX:
A very uneasy feeling comes over me as I snap this image. How could these lights still be on? Why is everything so clean and organized? Why is there a wet footprint in the corner?
