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An Eerie Encounter: The Abandoned Funeral Home

Updated: Feb 9

As I ventured through southern Alabama, my journey took an intriguing detour into the forgotten corners of history. Pulling into a small town, I found myself drawn to a site whispered about among fellow explorers: an abandoned funeral home, a place where time seemed to stand still amidst decay and desolation.

The approach was dramatic, with a steep embankment leading me to park on the side of what appeared to be a scene straight out of a gothic novel. The first sight that caught my eye was not the funeral home itself but the remnants of what used to be a garage, now collapsed, revealing a haunting scene. A bronze coffin, dented and partially buried under debris, lay outside, as if guarding the entrance to the past. Nearby, a wooden coffin peeked out from the back of a dilapidated hearse, surrounded by the ruins of its final resting place.

Despite the hearse's condition, suggesting it was long overdue for retirement, I couldn't help but capture the moment. The scene was a photographer's paradox, both beautiful and melancholic, a reminder of the

ephemeral nature of existence.

Turning my attention to the funeral home, its presence was marked by boarded windows and a door that swayed with the wind, as if inviting me into its forgotten stories. Inside, the main room was sparse, anchored by a desk and chair, with a lone piano on a stage, adding to the eerie ambiance. Scattered paperwork in several offices hinted at the life this place once held, while a cooler with its door ajar spoke of its once solemn purpose.

Ascending to the second floor, it became evident that this was not just a place of business but a home where a family once lived above the space where they served their community in times of grief. This realization added a layer of intimacy to the exploration, blending the lines between personal and professional realms.

After capturing a few final shots, I left the abandoned funeral home, carrying with me not just photographs but reflections on the stories and lives that had intersected in this place. The experience was a poignant reminder of the impermanence of our constructs and the stories left behind, waiting to be rediscovered.

Union Springs

In the heart of Union Springs, Alabama, stands a testament to architectural grandeur of a bygone era — a stately house that masterfully blends the Greek Revival and Italianate styles. Despite its current state of elegant decay, the home exudes a breathtaking beauty, its faded facades and peeling paint whispering stories of the past. The towering columns and classic pediment pay homage to the Greek temples of antiquity, while the ornate, bracketed cornice and arched windows are hallmarks of the romantic Italianate movement. This historical edifice is not forgotten; signs of life and the stirrings of restoration hint at the care of current occupants, determined to revive the grandeur of this architectural treasure. It is a house that captures the imagination, standing as a proud relic of history in the verdant landscape of Union Springs, inviting onlookers to ponder the rich tapestry of its days of splendor.


As my day trip neared its end, I found myself drawn to a site of historical and spiritual significance in Elba, Alabama. The Antioch Primitive Baptist Church, established in 1868, stood as a testament to the enduring faith and resilience of the community it served. With its history stretching back to the years following the Civil War, this church embodies the strength and perseverance of its congregation through times of change and challenge.

The church, in its quiet dignity, is surrounded by a cemetery that bears witness to generations of believers who found solace and community within its walls. The setting sun cast a golden hue over the scene, creating a moment of unparalleled peace and beauty. Although my attempts to capture the scene in photos felt inadequate, the memory of the sunset over the church and its guardianship of the past was indelibly etched in my mind.

Primitive Baptist churches, such as Antioch, are known for their simplicity in worship and adherence to the doctrines and practices laid out in the New Testament. This simplicity extends to their architecture, often characterized by unadorned, functional buildings that focus on the spiritual rather than the material.

Despite the tranquility of the moment, the church and cemetery evoke stories of the lives that have intersected with this place. Each headstone in the cemetery offers a silent narrative of the individuals who have been part of the church's congregation, contributing to the rich tapestry of its history.

Visiting the Antioch Primitive Baptist Church as the day came to a close was a fitting end to my journey through southern Alabama. It was a reminder of the enduring presence of faith, the passage of time, and the beauty that can be found in moments of quiet reflection.

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