I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey. Nestled in the mountainous woods of Allamuchy lies the most interesting of places...Rutherfurd Stuyvesant Estate was once a grand collection of buildings exhibiting wealth for the Rutherfurd family in the 16th-17th century. Today, many of the buildings still stand, but they certainly are deemed anything but "grand" by many. I've always been a glutton for the strange. I certainly cannot think of anything much stranger than a set of abandoned buildings covered inside and out with graffiti. Yes, graffiti doesn't sound very strange... but the work HERE is extremely bizarre. Repeated phrases such as "lick my shit" "fuck your mom's cunt" and "drink my piss" are covering the walls of these places. No fancy graffiti work here, just extreme vulgarity.
My first stop was an intriguing looking house. Perhaps majestic in the 17th century, but now on the verge of demolition with curious graffiti "Eddie Murphy" covering the front. There is still a beauty to these places. Creepy, sure, but creepy is beautiful! As I made my way to the entrance(Well, there are plenty of entrances here) I came across a horrifying sight...
I love all woodland critters, but to see the carcass of a raccoon makes me feel ill. They are perhaps my favorite animal, something about their mischievous and mysterious personalities remind me of myself. The question that came to mind is how did this cute critter die? Hopefully from natural causes.. but what about all those "crazy" stories about "satanic worshipers" who like to visit such places? In any case, R.I.P. Mr or Mrs raccoon...
So once I made my way inside I noticed that the floor was in awful condition. It felt as though it would crumble at any second, and the idea of tetanus and asbestos is far scarier than any Satan worshiper.
The message of the day ladies and gentlemen...
As I made my way up the broken staircase(admiring all the profanity of course) I began to notice a distinct smell. Marijuana had seemingly filled the second floor and I began to ponder! This must be the work of a ghost. For I can assure you there were no other humans in this house! The idea of Casper toking up does seem a bit farfetched, but I did not see anyone else in this house.
Lovely looking place, right? Like something out of a 70's horror film. Such beautifully written lines too! Like a modern day Wordsworth, "lick my shit" just flows. This house does not have as much to see, but it certainly is littered with such odd things! A car seat, animal cage, baby shoes, drug paraphernalia...just to name some. There's a certain feeling of filth that covers one when inside these places. Thanks in part to empty condom wrappers; the idea of ANYONE having sex in these disgusting conditions is unfathomable(then again this is the same town with trucks that have "Git r done" bumper stickers)
I could go on and on about each place, and there is certainly a lot to see! But, lets get right to the main attraction.
Was it once a mansion for the fancy estate owner? Looks kind of like a school of some sort with the bell tower on top like that. One thing is for certain, it's a total shit hole inside! What a shame too, the outside makes it look so spectacular. The typical "Cunt" graffiti here and there. The staircase is completely gone, in place is a couch. YES A COUCH. It was a very dangerous climb up to the second floor. From there plenty of run down rooms and holes to avoid. I came across this particular writing on the wall..
Strictly out of curiosity(Believe me, I am not looking for a "good time") I gave the number a call. Alas, no answer! So I continued to explore this place and took a peak out of one of the many windows. I saw a group of teenagers make their way towards the building. I am not afraid of kids, but I can't imagine what they would be thinking to come across some random 20 something year old in an old abandoned house by himself. I quickly made my way down and tried my best to have a conversation with them. The conversation consisted mostly of "uhh" and "yeah, that's cool" for I'm rather shy, and these kids looked like a hot topic crew that don't say much at all anyway.
There is of course a barn, a oddly placed boat, and other ruined cottages to explore. The best thing about this story? There is absolutely no "No Trespassing" signs anywhere! Meaning, if you are in the mood for adventure feel free to visit the Allamuchy Profanity houses of Tranquility Farm anytime you please!
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