In the isolated hills of West Virginia stands the forgotten and dilapidated Dusk Camp Methodist Church.
In the isolated hills of West Virginia stands the forgotten and dilapidated Dusk Camp Methodist Church. Built over a century ago by a group of men, it now stands as a relic of the past. With its deteriorated veneer door, clapboard siding, rusted corrugated metal roof, and broken cupola, it’s clear that the church has seen better days.
Having gained access to the church with the blessings of a local landowner, I entered through a two-room addition at the back, where insulation from the crumbling ceiling had fallen amongst discarded papers and Bibles. Inside the main sanctuary, the faux wood-paneled walls and beadboard tongue-and-groove ceiling are slowly disintegrating, while the once-polished theater-style wood-veneered seats sinking into the earth. It’s a depressing sight to see such a once-beloved church, a place of worship and community, now left to decay and crumble into the ground slowly, yet another symbol of rural America fading away into obscurity.