Entré en una casa abandonada en el bosque....Todo seguía INTACTO desde los años 70

The path narrowed among the trees until the forest began to swallow the afternoon light. After walking for several minutes through rustling branches and damp leaves, the house appeared before me. It was a small house, made of aged wood, hidden among tall pines. It looked as if no one had touched it since the 1970s. The windows were covered in dust and cobwebs, but surprisingly, many were still intact. The faded paint peeled in strips, and the front door was ajar, moving gently in the breeze. When I pushed it open, the wooden floorboards creaked beneath my feet. Inside, there was a thick silence, as if time had stood still. The air smelled of dampness, old wood, and something else… like clothes stored for decades. The living room was frozen in another era. A sofa with brown and orange upholstery typical of the 1970s was still in place. On a low table were yellowed magazines, an ashtray full of old cigarette butts, and a dusty floor lamp. In one corner sat a huge CRT television, as if someone had turned it off and never returned. The kitchen was even stranger. There were dishes in the dish rack, an old radio on the counter, and a calendar hanging on the wall… frozen in 1978. It seemed as if the people who lived there had stepped out for a moment… and never come back. The forest surrounded the house on all sides, and from inside, you could barely hear the outside world. Only the wind rustling through the branches and the occasional creak of the old structure. It was like walking inside a forgotten time capsule.