Apparitional Trespassing

Lately, I've been watching a lot of horror movies and haunting shows. After watching these things, my hearing becomes hypersensitive and every creak in my home is suddenly a demonic force. Without fail I always freak myself out and imagine my childhood monster--Shakey Horns. Shakey Horns was a centaur demon who carried a large spear and hammer. His horse body was black and similar to a Clydesdale. His human torso had greyish-green skin that was always moist. His head was, by far, the most terrifying aspect. Shakey Horns had red milky translucent eyes with no pupils, no nose, and a mouth full of jagged, nashing teeth. All these horrific features, crowned by two enormous bull horns curved into crescents that pointed at each other. He stamped his massive hooves around on the balcony of my childhood home and peered through the window--angry he couldn't do anything about his trap.

Today my photo hunt was inspired by my fear and the excitement I get from trespassing. Upstairs in the brownstone I live in is an empty duplex. It still has bits and pieces of its Victorian roots. It also has gaughty remnants of the 1970s--i.e. the light shades and certain chairs. 

My musical choice for soundtrack and inspiration comes from Radiohead. Its a song from their fifth album Amnesiac, entitled Pyramid Song. Its a song that builds from a very whispy start and climaxes with a sudden hurricane of sound. The song emulates the idea of drowning, the vocals gasping for air and finally getting oxygen up on the climax with an inhalation of rich strings and percussion.

The bottom of a winding stair case. I enjoy the light-play here. Its just so creepy with the overcast light.

I'm not sure who lived here before. They left a few things, like this chair. I sit here and read sometimes in the summer.

You don't see many banisters with this kind of craftsmanship anymore. I love it. I love everything about Victorian pieces. It snakes around for 3 floors. 

Victorian home dna?

The 70s arrive! Without the the TLC of someone who cares for the home, its so barren an sparse it makes me think of place that be fit to harbor some of those things from the shows I've seen.

When its not raining or cars aren't going by, its silent up here. This is on the top floor. Some of the hardwood floors have layers of dust on them.

Again the light-play pleases me--especially where the rail disappears, yet you can still see a slight glimmer from the gloss paint.

Gaughty 70s. But it serves a purpose.

My fire place is similar. Although, mine has a shell instead of a knob.

I'm attracted to curves. This is very nice. The slight dilapidation gives such texture.

The light from this window created the first shot.