I am sure there were bodies here at some point, but not any more. This is an overgrown seaside shack in the southern part of Iceland. It was kind of creepy with the whipping wind and the creaking old wood.
While I was shooting, I had one of those feelings that I was not supposed to be there, not entirely unlike my time tonight at a Chinese wedding dinner in Kuala Lumpur (where I currently am). Everyone was shouting and singing in Chinese and people were bring me pig heads and singing John Denver in Karaoke.