Alien Jesus Collective

So I had taken my sister and her boyfriend along for a bike ride following the motorway construction that I have been photographing since last summer. It was a beautiful evening, one of those absolute marvellous Danish summers. A pale blue sky inhabited by a couple of lone clouds. We had biked from Lystrup to Skødstrup to look at where the motorway starts. The work on the road has come a long way since my last visit this February. Back then the landscape was covered in snow, seemingly blending all the elements together. If only visually.
My fellow travellers seemed to enjoy themselves as they were biking along in their own tempo. On our way home, we stopped at a badly neglected little farmhouse. It must have been a beautiful place when it was actually a farm. Now it had graffiti and the grass was a couple of meters up in the air. My sister wanted to have a closer look. We saw that the door to the main house was open, and you could hear the sound of water running. I decided to have a look inside. The entrance was littered with old advertisement leaflets and wet newspapers. It stank of decay. Not shit, but just a musty, heavy decay. It’s moist. The walls and the carpets were wet, which quickly made it difficult to breathe properly. The toilet looked like it hadn’t been used for a couple of years.
After the first inspection I was waving them all over and we had a look inside. It is dark inside. No lights are on. In what used to be a living room there was a sofa. On it we found a couple of boxes full of papers. The small desk next to it is also full of papers. My sister had a closer look. Some of them were court papers. Others bank statements - seemingly organised as well. On the wall I find a framed wedding picture. I take it down. I am showing it to my sister. I am very excited. I want to take it with me. She says I better not. I put it back onto the wall and eventually start taking a couple of photographs. There’s hardly any light and I don’t want to use any flash. The others leave the house. I am fiddling with my camera. The card is full. I am deleting unwanted shots and take some pictures of a rack full of old suits and a couple ties. The water is still running in the bathroom.
I leave the house and we are standing around outside chatting. I am telling my sister’s boyfriend some lame joke that I have just bought the house. We both pretend that it is funny. I mention the state of the bathroom to my sister and she decides to have a look for herself.

She walks back into the house and suddenly she is running out. “There is someone in there” she yells. I look up and a man with a full beard wearing a red sweater is standing looking quite bewildered. My sister is apologising to him. “We didn’t know that anyone was living in there”. I tell him that we were just talking in his courtyard and have done nothing wrong. He starts shouting that we must get the hell out of there. We all jump on our bikes. My chain falls of. The two of them are cycling away. I am fiddling with my chain. He doesn’t chase us. Cycling home and looking behind us every 10 seconds, my sister explains that she was peeking into the bathroom when the door behind her was opened. She panicked and ran. We look at each other with a mixture of laughter and shock.