What was once a wide avenue that led to Spalding was unrecognizable as nature had begun reclaiming the now unused area. Broken branches and leaves cover the roads inside the town while the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens sway in the wind.
Most doors were either completely gone or mere remnants of rotten wood and rusty metal. The open doorways looked eerie as only darkness showed within. Broken cars and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger driveways, stripped from all but their most useless parts.
Spalding, once a growing community of hundreds of families was now partially reclaimed by nature. Silence had taken the place of the sound of playing children, talking neighbors and the sounds of a working community. The silence was deafening.
The clock-tower was somehow still rich with sounds, but it wasn’t its bells and gears as those had stopped working a long time ago. It was a flock of crows that had made this once great pillar their new home.
Were it not for the animals that had made their home in many of the buildings this town would’ve surely been a far more unsettling sight. But with nothing else to lose this town had a strange sense of comfort about it. Like a world of opportunity, except there was nobody there to take it.
The now quiet road that led to Cardended was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state.
Remnants of packages and magazines still lay at some of the doorsteps, unopened and long forgotten. At least the animals got some use out of them. Window panes hung perilously from their hinges and here and there drapes had been flung out by the wind.
Cardended, once home to thousands of families and counting was now a mere distant memory of better times. Silence had taken the place of the sound of playing children, talking neighbors and the sounds of a working community. The silence was deafening.
In an almost sick sense of irony the museum, once home to relics from the past discovered and recovered by archaeologists from around the world, was now once again lost and forgotten. Waiting to be found by those who come next.
The town was truly an eerie sight. So many lives forgotten and whatever was left to show for it is slowly withering away as time goes on. But there was an awful feeling of hopelessness you couldn’t escape from. Even if those who lived here returned too much had been lost already and it’d never be the same again.