Ingleside Adventure, part two
At the corner of Broad Street and Plymouth Avenue sits this empty house.It's been empty for quite some time. I would say at least a year. You can't see from this picture, but the backyard is filled with discarded wood and sheet rock. It's piled quite high, almost reaching the second floor.
If you look at the windows you can see what is left of the plastic that used to cover the holes. It's been shredded and worn away by the weather. During late last year the plastic was starting to come loose. It would flap in the wind,extending far out of the portholes. I've always thought that the noise of plastic tarp flapping in the winter wind was a bit depressing and eerie. While I did not get the chance to hear this noise it made during the winter months I can only assume that the house's emptiness added to the eeriness of the flapping.
What strikes me as being odd is that this house is an anomaly in the city of San Francisco. San Francisco is one of the most expensive places to live in the United States. It's hard to find an affordable house to live in. Yet, here lies this empty house. The owners could easily sell the house for some sort of profit at this point.
There's a story somewhere behind its abandonment.
