So Jordo, Debra and I were driving around the creepy, back roads of Bridgeport looking for this hidden gem.. What was it? Well one of our neighbors told us about this amazing, obscure place right near our house that’s located in an old warehouse… pretty much describes every place here in Downtown Bridgeport. This spot supposedly sold all sorts of awesome stuff for super cheap– like random pottery barn furniture that never sold in stores, housewares, accessories, clothing and outerwear.

We circled around downtown for close to 15 minutes looking for the spot and were totally unsuccessful. So, we’re on our way back home and come to this random dead end where this big sign reads something like, “Toxic fumes.. something something.. breathe at your own risk”… at that point we decided we should turn around and go home when suddenly we spotted this…

yeahhhhh….

We forgot about the breathing at your own risk thing and immediately pulled the car over. It’s as though there was a force pulling us toward this … home… place… whatever you wanna call it. We were totally silent and just seemed to have an understanding that we had no choice, but to go in here and check it out. We crept out of the car and walked up to the gate… hesitant, because– well– it was weird and creepy! Jordan pushed the gate open and looked at us like, “are we really doing this!?”

That’s when we saw the sign in the window… “No Trespassing”

I don’t know why, but we laughed at it and kept going further toward the front door. Along this short stretch we observed the ancient sculptures and statues, which made the 10 foot path seem like 10 miles. Everything got more and more interesting as we neared the door.

We got to the porch and knocked on the door only to hear what sounded like 20 cats meowing as loudly as possible all at once. I knocked on the door again and it literally swung open.. yeah… we were crapping in our pants, but for some reason just walked in.

That’s when we saw her– she must have been 150 years old. She was sitting in an old, totally shredded, stuffing oozing out, pale orange, valour, wing back chair. Her hair was, I kid you not, so long that it was resting on the floor in a nest. A big, scraggly, wiry, nest.

Her little, mousy voice squeezed out the words, “can I help you with something” and she slowly turned around to reveal something that I had never seen before. The three of us stood there, not so much scared, but more confused at… well, everything. Especially her glass eyeball. Her walls were peeling off… the wallpaper was literally shredded and hanging. Must have been the cats.

Oh who am I kidding.. None of that ever really happened. We did actually find the mystery place I spoke of earlier… and all that they were selling– and I mean like, 150 pairs of them, were hooker shoes. Literally the craziest platforms you have ever seen…

We passed this pink house along the way and couldn’t help but to pull over and snap a shot… driving away only to imagine what the hell was going on inside. Just wanted to share it with all of ya’ll because it’s creepy, antiquey, and funkay. Did ya believe me?! did ya?!

And now a style set for you, just because I feel bad for making you read my awful, short, fiction story. never again, I promise.

Loving these over the knee boots… check some out for yourself