Upon entering the property, I immediately felt a sense of uneasiness. Even though I had nothing to do with the criminal operation that had gone on only days before, I felt as if I was involved due to the reality around me.

The first thing that grabbed my senses was the mustiness in the air – a tell-tale sign of the sinister goings-on.

Though this is something the perpetrators had obviously tried to conceal due to the sticks of incense located around the house.

It was clear the house had not been extensively cleaned by its former occupants.

As police had searched the vicinity, all the tangible evidence had obviously been taken away but remnants were still clearly visible – including a copy of a police search warrant.

In a kitchen, which seemed like any other, was a large container of plant growth stimulant. Its labelling may have been foreign but its purpose was certainly not.

Upstairs in the property was clearly the hub of the cannabis factory.
There was a severe lack of furnishings and particles of soil were strewn across the carpet in what should have been four bedrooms.

A coil of wire was attached to a blind in one of the front rooms, obviously in use to deceive observant neighbours.

This was probably the first time natural light had entered through the windows for a considerable period.

The same room also had what appeared to be seeds of some sort scattered over the floor – no doubt caused by an intensive police search.

The bathroom and in particular the shower with its blackened complex displayed the extent of the forensic sweep-up.

The house was deadly silent in contrast to the hive of activity that had gone before.

With that I made my exit, content in the knowledge this would hopefully be as close as I would ever get to a scene of crime.