Driving down Hwy. 11W headed to Knoxville from our visit to Cumberland Gap, Tennessee — Bert driving, me staring at the landscape, poised to find great East Tennessee barns — something caught my eye. Not a barn. Not a beautiful country house. Not a farm. Something creepy, seen in a flash.
Bert, pull over, I insisted. (As you can imagine: Roll of eyes. Furtive glance in side mirror.)
Wish you could have told me earlier, he said as I grabbed the telephoto hoping for a shot.
Yeah, but I just saw this. Not sure, but this may be the spookiest house we’ve ever seen, I explained in my best apologetic voice.
And so he did as he has done so many times to accommodate my crazy requests. He turned around in a farmer’s driveway, pulled back out onto the highway, drove 11W the other way, and turned the car into a church parking lot for me to capture this house, this homestead, this whatever from the safety of a holy place — on a Sunday night during services even. (I love this guy.)
So on this eve of All Hallows’ Eve, we give you a look at one chillin’ place on Hwy. 11W, unretouched. And shot no closer than this.
I sure wasn’t going to the door to ask permission!
Rusha and Bert