Located in Franklin, southwest of Montreal, the story of the now abandoned Dorea Institute is told by bits and pieces. Not that its story is marked by horrors (…or maybe it is?), but it is rather difficult to find accurate information on the...
It had already been a while since I dreamed of go to this house. Not that it showed a great interest from the street, but because it was so far away from the street that I saw this beauty more misterious than the others. In short, we courted each other at the bend of a road each time that I had to pass that way.
Whenever I passed by, I thought to myself than I should go. After all, it was only ten minutes from my house. But instead of that, I had prefered to organize my rurex sessions far away, as if I held it for granted.
A few months ago, I had gone the first time, just to prepare a future session here. Just few minutes, no more. After all, I wanted to keep my surprise for the real visit. The interior seemed very promising with its "never renewed since 1950s" style. Outside, I noticed a video camera that was filming the place. But pointing to the barn, it gave me the impression that the house have a lesser value to the owner. That was not my case. An old barn, it's good but an old house, it's better.
Anyway, when we returned, we was not too disappointed. The room at the entrance had been cleared, but there was enough stuff around for us. In our mind, it should take us several hours to take all the pictures we want. At least, that's what we thought.
Invoices was dragging here and it allowed us to know the name of the past owner. A certain Mr. Tucyorpec which I will not give his first name. Upstairs, there were several old pamphlets in Russian. I mean Ukrainian, because one of these documents include an English translation which described the contents.
I can't tell when the site has been abandoned by its owner, but in the lounge, we came face to face with one of his tenants ... A big raccoon who preferred to flee by the chimney rather than playing the guide for us.
No matter, because a few minutes later, while we were preparing a scene with the last remnants of furniture, the current owner has landed at the house. Preferring to meet him, rather than hide from him, we were initially asked to kindly get out of its property right f***ing now. It was followed by a discussion where we explained our presence and in the minutes that followed, he saw that we were not young vandals (unlike those who came to rampage a few weeks earlier and where the police came to pick them after realizing that these young idiots filmed themselves, totaly stoned, destroying everything. Their greatest move has been to publish their shits on YouTube).
Anyway, getting back to the owner, we took the opportunity to ask for information about the place. That's where we learned that Mr. Tucyorpec lived as a hermit, that the house has been sold to be deconstructed and he would build a house later. Huge wooded lot with a incredible potential, should I say ... If I had enough money, I think I would have offered him a suitcase full of money for his dream spot! Anyway, he said he had already refused several offers so I do not think that a beautiful picture of the place would give him enough emotion to invite me to the notary.
Anyway, after insisting a bit, he finally agrees to give us fifteen minutes to finish our pictures (I would have voluntarily taken more time). He then left us, but not without giving us a good friendly handshake.
Located in Franklin, southwest of Montreal, the story of the now abandoned Dorea Institute is told by bits and pieces. Not that its story is marked by horrors (…or maybe it is?), but it is rather difficult to find accurate information on the...
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