Some Places Are Better Left Unbuilt Upon
No human eye can isolate the unhappy coincidence of line and place which suggests evil in the face of a house, and yet somehow a maniac juxtaposition, a badly turned angle, some chance meeting of roof and sky, turned Hill House into a place of despair, more frightening because the face of Hill House seemed awake, with a watchfulness from the blank windows
This house, which seemed somehow to have formed itself, flying together into its own powerful pattern under the hands of its builders, fitting itself into its own construction of lines and angles, reared its great head back against the sky without concession to humanity. It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of a house; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed.
–Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
I am not a superstitious person, but this abandoned office building has been creeping me out now since I first laid eyes on it last year on one of my trips down here to Disney World. It’s located right next to the Holiday Inn I’m staying at. A sign in front of it suggests that it was due to be converted into a resort/spa opening sometime in the spring of 2009. I’m guessing the money ran out and it’s just been sitting here ever since.
Ever notice those lost little spots in the commercial strips..the ones that never seem to make a go of it and repeatedly close, open again under new management, only to close again and repeat the cycle over and over until they’re finally torn down. Often the new place doesn’t do much better. It’s as though some earthly places are just bad spots to build on.
This was one of the intriguing concepts in Shirley Jackson’s haunted house story that really captured my imagination so many years ago. See…Hill House wasn’t a disturbed place because there were ghosts walking in it. The ghosts were there because the house was disturbed. The house was, as Jackson wrote, insane. Old Hugh Crain didn’t create an evil house, so much as unwittingly cause an evil house to be built. Perhaps I wondered, it had just been built on a very wrong spot. Maybe old Hugh, because he was such a wicked man, had been unwittingly drawn to it. But as Jackson wrote, the house had formed itself.
I am not a superstitious person, and yet like all of us I sometimes wonder. I see a house that, as Jackson wrote, is never off guard, always seeming to be watching, and it creeps me out. I let my imagination give it an appropriately despairing past, and fill its spaces with lonely ghosts to walk inside. I am human…I read a quote somewhere to the effect that ghosts were born the day the first human opened their eyes. It had never occurred to me before now, that a modern spandrel glass and concrete aggregate office building could give birth to a good ghost story. But there is one here to be written by someone.
It was a quiet out of the way spot on a road just starting to attract the attention of developers and big money financiers. Hotels were rising, strip shopping centers, discount stores, office parks. Somehow it had remained untouched in the rush to cash in. Eventually a particularly slimy developer laid his eyes on the spot and saw a quick fortune to be made. Financing was hastily arranged via his reliable network of equally slimy bankers. A magnificent office building was planned and pre-sold to an equally slimy corporation, whose board of directors were even more degenerate then the bankers and developer. It was dedicated in a glittering grand opening ceremony costing hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Within weeks of settling into their new office space, the CEO announced a sudden change of plans and moved his company out in a hurry. Suits and counter suits ensued. The building was put up for sale. Nobody who leased it ever occupied it for more then a few days. Turnover in the security guards hired to keep vandalism in check was high. Reports that vandals broke in at night, stealing some things and wreaking others, could never be verified because nothing ever seemed to be missing the next day. When questioned, former tenants all swore they had never, and would never enter the building at night to take things…or for any other reason.
Somebody needs to write this. I know a good place to go for inspiration.