Bryn Alyn. three floors of treasure and stuff that gladdens the heart.

A cold late winter day, and you turn up and find this beauty, in the Welsh Hills in Denbighshire. It is a well publicised house in the Urbex community, given the stupid name of Jumanji House, how fucking stupid. Apparently it is so called as it looks like a similar house out of a movie by the name of Jumanji

Don't know , can't comment, never seen the film.

This is Bryn Alyn, in all its abandoned glory.

A stealthy wander around the outside looking for a way in; although it stands in a large plot of, to be honest, well maintained land, care was needed as to the right were the backs of several bungalows on a neighbouring street and to the right another grand house.

It is always the case is it not? That when one is looking for something it is always the last place you look! easing aside one of the large chipboard barriers just enough to squeeze through, pulling it back tight to keep any nosey visitors at bay ( all the tricks of the trade!).

C'mon let's mooch
Let's mooch in monochrome for a change

This is one fine time capsule, three floors stuffed with treasure, no remarkable history not a lot I can find about why it is left in this state. Though as I say the grounds are well maintained, someone must care? surely? I guess from looking around this was the home of Christine and Dick, are they dead now?

Some general ground floor room views, old fashioned springs to mind, there was no sweet scent of decay that one usually gets in these old houses.

No flat screen TV for Chris and her Dick, no sky either. 4 channels that's your lot. Mind you if you do subscribe to sky they promise you over 300 channels to choose from (at an exorbitant price), most of which are only broadcasting shite anyways.

I prefer it naked anyways, oh and my salad without dressing too if you are enquiring.

A good old fashioned fax phone

Home brewing, home wine making, a big fad in the 70's and 80's I tried it, bought all the gear, jesus where did I do wrong? certainly beats taking laxatives.

The wine I ended up using as a weed killer, and the "beer" for stripping some varnish off an old door.

Seems like booze was a big part of their lives, but not sure I would advertise the fact by using empty bottles as ornaments

Hardly a cosy nook when the windows aren't double glazed

I have read a newspaper report online of this place, submitted by one of the creatures that sells out to the press for 15 minutes of fame in their sad lonely lives ( thank fuck they are not found here on the hive, it would make this place a poor place to be. Individuals like this are lower than a snakes belly).

The fool goes on about feeling eerie, hearing noises and footsteps ghostly happenings.

Fuck off.

I would not like to think what is climbing out of that bog

Just a little bit of red

Vintage paraffin heater, I remember we had one of these in the 60's in the family home, before central heating arrived, fill the bottom tank with highly flammable paraffin, let the wick soak it up and strike a match, it gave off heat and a lovely aroma of burning fuel. one of these is up for sale on a well known auction site (along with 1,000's of fake items of all sorts) for over £100.

That's a nice little bondage bed

I guess when the hired help are not around and you can't be arsed walking down three flights of stairs to make a morning brew this would come in handy, if you have never had one you ain't missing out, you don't need an alarm the rattling and hissing is enough to wake the dead.

It's a long way down there is more to come from this place stay tuned!