Searching for a scary fairy tale or horror movie location? We found one! Please, feel free to visit the place and scare yourself to death in Nikitsch!
Of course we visited the place on a dark day in November - no scarier time was in the whole year 2019 left.
Year after year I drive by a hidden farm house. Last time, when we were searching for something to photograph I decided to visit this place. I parked the car right on the old farm track, which belongs to the farm. I should have known better. Such old forgotten places are lonely. They always want to collect cars and people to have at least some fun once in a while. When I stopped on the bumpy path, it immediately tried to swallow up my car. I have to admit, I enjoyed the fight! Yes, I like moments, when I have to hone my driving skills in the middle of dirt and mud. Of course I won after a hard "Rumble in the Jungle" fight, nevertheless we had to drive to the car wash afterwards. My parents would never ever let me drive in the garage otherwise. The white car looked like a wild boar after wallowing in the smelliest and stickiest mud available. Finally we parked the wild-boar-car in a dry place and stumbled by foot over a well guarded path. I never tripped over so many hidden roots and I was never scratched so often by malicious blackberries on such a short path. It's for sure, the house is fighting off trespassers.
Even it is not far from the street the farm is almost as invisible as sleeping beauties castle. It’s overgrown with dog roses, young trees taking over the yard and even the inside of the former barn. Some buildings are without roofs. All windows are broken and watching the place with mistrusting eyes. Over many years dripping water damaged the walls. I’m sure inside the building all varieties of mold are forming a unique biotope. Roe deer feel at home in this area. At least three were very surprised to see unexpected visitors in their oversized dining hall. The place seems to be beyond repair, but maybe it should be under (biohazard) nature conservation.
We were taking pictures from the outside only. I didn’t want to go inside. The house seemed not to be safe anymore and of course we didn't want to enter private property without permission. As strange as it seems - as far as I know - it belongs to one of our former farming ministers. Why the property wasn’t sold in time is beyond me. I feel sorry for the place. It could have been developed by some hard working owner for example into a flourishing farm and market place for farm goods or a restaurant - now it's too late.