Bresee's #3

There are only two other places I can think of that have given me that same sad-sick feeling as the dream about Bresee's.

One is Mrs. Winchester's bedroom, in the Winchester house in San Jose, CA. They've left it just as it was after the earthquake hit on the morning of April 18, 1906; all crumbling plaster, with the wood laths showing through.

The other is El Alcazar in Toledo, Spain, where there's a room whose walls are still full of bullet holes from a dramatic seige during the civil war.

History in decay is just generally disturbing to me, I guess. Or is it the places themselves?

(later:) No, no, wait, I lied - there are three places-
The last was an old barn near Milford, NY that houses an antique shop. I stood the atmosphere long enough to buy an Edison Amberol cylinder recording of Will Oakland and Chorus singing Take This Letter to My Mother, and then I had to leave. It was just too oppressive.
-That was 20 years ago, and I still feel a bit ill when I think about it. I tried to go back once, a few years ago; after all, it is a kick-ass antique shop. But I literally couldn't bring myself to step inside. It was a beautiful sunny summer day, and I walked right up to the open barn doorway. But it felt like there was some huge negative energy vortex swirling just inside the door. I turned around and left.

Again, weird.