Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Halifax - Children of the Corn Town

The signboard in the coffee shop's restroom showing how proud they are with their small old town

We are traveller, not tourist. We will stop wherever and whenever we want. Usually we don't have any fix itinerary when it comes to visiting places because we don't want to restrict ourselves with time and schedule. With the flexible time and movement, we get to enjoy our trip more, our way.

On the way back from Raleigh, North Carolina to Herndon, Virginia via Highway 95, we saw a signboard of Halifax, the county in North of North Carolina. We never heard of this county before and decided to go further deep, far from the main highway without any clue of what will be waiting for us there.

This town is "peopleless". No one on the street in the middle of the day. Weird.

We felt a chill down our spine as we entered the area. All we saw was empty land, ol' buildings and churches, rundown shops and houses. We decided to take a walk around the place and get some coffee to perk us up. We went into a nearby coffee shop and was greeted by a man who we presumed to be one of the locals there. We paid for the coffee, used their washroom, took some pics around the shop and off we went to the end of the town, on foot.

Old church building with excellent preservation

We spotted old-looking rocks arranged in such an odd way and a house in the middle of a field. We went nearer to get a good look and behold, the rocks that we saw were actually tombstones. Who would have thought that the place was a graveyard. It was written that the graveyard was built in late 1700s. Wind was blowing hard and the sounds of tree leaves made us shiver. Feels like someone or something is whispering to our ears, telling us not to stay too long. There was no one around us. We decided to retreat and move on to a brick building which is just across the street. Seriously, it was spooky.

Rocks with weird arrangement from afar

Oh ok. It's an old cemetary with more than 300 years old tombstones

The only house near the cemetery. We wanted to get closer, but our instinct told us not to

The buildings that we saw were mostly of independence war era [between 1790 - 1810], such as the Secretary of War office, jail (one of the earliest built in the States) and pillory was set up as a method of punishment, and a tavern. We chose to peep through the windows, looking at what is left inside. The furniture was still in place and in good condition, as if there were some people working like any ordinary day. That is creepy. Really, it was creepy.

The Office of War Secretary

We peeped inside, it's all about curiosity

The furniture inside the building are still in a good condition but a lil' bit dusty

The punishment ground

The early jailhouse. Felt like someone is looking at us from inside

We quickly took some pictures and move on. We were wondering where the hell are the people living here? We did not see a soul at the street except an African-American guy who walked towards us and asked for a ciggie. Then, he vanished between the buildings.

The nearby villagers' house. Still, we didn't see anyone

It looked like it is going to rain, with the wind still blowing hard. After the brief tour, we started to quicken our pace and went straight for the car to continue our journey back home. As we reached home, we can still feel goose bumps crawling on our skin. During our journey back home, we tried so hard not to look back. Who knows, 'they' might take a ride with us back to Herndon, or worse, to Philly. We never know.

p.s : Halifax is the place where all the revolutionist of American Revolution War against the British had a meeting for the first time and consensusly agreed to fight for their independence from the Brits. How cool is that?

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