today this challenge had me driving out
in the middle of the country.

i was so way out, i got lost.

while trying to find my way back home,
i found an intriguing road.
and down this lonesome road, i found
a huge, old, tattered barn ~ no house, only a barn.
this was not what i needed for my job assignment,
but i certainly wasn't going to miss
out on the chance to explore this
piece of history.

i love these old places...
i love to imagine the stories behind the walls...
i love to find clues of lives which once lived there.
i love to discover the feelings i have from taking in different scenes.

but i have to tell you,
as i began to walk around here,
i was feeling uncomfortable.
in fact, i felt spooked.
it wasn't because the wood creaked whenever the wind blew,
or because there was a skeleton of a dead raccoon,
and far too many cobwebs...

it was because when i looked into one of the horse stalls,
i saw this chair.
i immediately felt a cold rush go through my body.
you know the questions...

why is this here?
who did it belong to?
where are they now?
were they left here alone?
what is their story?

i began to look around for more "clues."

i did not feel comforted when i saw
the mattress that was worn to rusty springs,
laying on the floor in the next stall over....

the entire place just creeped me out.

i was stirred alright,