Belgium Tree Mansion

This simple little house had great atmosphere, maybe it was the dead cat in the bedroom, whether it had been a longing pet who’s owner had died and left him with no food or just a stray, it defiantly pulled my heart strings from the word go. The straw strewn across the floors of the house was all a bit strange until we reached the loft and found it full of hay bales. There was a strange eerie light up there, strings tied from one end to another and a lonely chair made it feel like a presence still lingered, a haunting place indeed.