These buildings were in much better condition than we imagined they would be, and it's because they are preserved by a historical society. Apparently, there are 2 Grafton ghost towns in the area, and we must have ended up in Grafton 2. So fascinating! I like to imagine what it must have been like to live in the area or how hard it would be to leave a home behind that you invested so much personal time into building.
Then, it got cold and dark. We barely left before the sun went down! So we made a speedy exit in order to not disturb any lingering ghosts in the area because we all know ghosts live in ghost towns. (Phew! Close call!) Actually, I think the feeling in the area was more of sorrow and desperation, not malice or hauntings. It made me feel very grateful for my circumstances. We are lucky to have what we have, you know.
Have you ever been to a ghost town before? What were your impressions?
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