I asked Mom one day if she would stop and let us tromp around inside one in particular. A few miles before you hit the intersection and the tavern there was a two story house long browned and bowed with age. I could never tell if anyone still lived in that house but I could see things piled up in the second story windows. I wanted to go hunt through and see what treasures had been left behind, imagining it a vacant refuge for some Gothic tragedy. Alas, I never did get to find out, since it's been torn down to make room for more plaster board domiciles for Intelites but when I think of abandoned buildings, I think of that house and wonder what it was and how it became to be that way for at least 10 years. I think I'd rather not know.
These guys share my obsession.