Well, hello to all those who are following our Prospect Place adventure. The fact that we are blogging to you means one thing: we have not been murdered or possessed by the demons "prospecting"(did someone hear a drum to accentuate such a witty pun?) through these halls. We have gotten a bit dusty though. The maid has not cleaned in awhile, despite the fact that she has been seen near the stairs where she died. So...
We got in around 7:00 p.m. Below, you can see a couple photos of the gates leading into Prospect Place. The person taking the photos is much more pleasing to the eye than the subject of the photo, but, don't worry, you will have the chance to see that lovely lady in a bit.
Upon entering, this was the towering mansion of the dead (how is that for ominous?). Here was the beast we would be facing down this evening:
What you are all seeing here is a side view of the mansion. The entrance is around on the right side, where, as you ascend the front steps, you are first met with a pigeon and some cigarette-filled ashtrays. After calling the number posted on the door, George Adams, the descendant of - you guessed it, George Adams (who built the mansion twice - more on that later) answered the door. Unfortunately, the door bell did not create a loud gong sound and Lurch did not come to the door. However, we must say, Mr. Adams was surely far better company than Lurch would have been. After briefly showing us around, Mr. Adams sat down with us to discuss his family's epic history and how he came to live in an apartment in the back with his partner, Paul. Being that the purpose of this article is to let all of you know about the adventure, the details of this discussion will be saved for posts in the coming weeks. We will say, however, a thank you to Mr. Adams for his time.
From there, we explored the house and the barn. Below, are some pictures from this first outing:
I am not entirely sure what this is. Perhaps, a well? There are unsubstantiated rumors that there was a escape tunnel for slaves hiding in the basement. Now, there are only spiders...lots and lots of spiders.
This was painted on the wall in one of the upstairs rooms. It was red...must be blood, right?
We haven't encountered any ghosts yet, but the above and below pictures are creepy enough. They were rich; shouldn't they smile. The above picture is of Mary Adams, George W. Adams second wife. The below painting is of George himself.
Well, we are off to explore some more. Nothing of note to report at this time. Again, stay tuned to future posts and examiner articles where we will detail our discussions with Mr. Adams and the wonderful educational programs that revolve around Prospect Place. We're off. If we don't come back...well, that's not good.
