This is how I found the room... It's as if squatters dared not enter. Remnants of previous occupants left untouched... slippers at the ready and a note to Mom, cast aside.
The door now stands ajar alowing anyone passage. The staircase leading upwards... is that something on the landing?
Only a tossed drink can disturbs the thick layer of dust.
An old latch is missng the doorknob
The top of the stairs was less foreboding than it was viewed from the ground floor entrance.
Gas light equipped, the home beloged to someone of means.
An old chair, minus it's rockers, rest on a pair of modern sneakers. I hope I do not run into their owners.