This house is right next door to us. I love this house, It has stood empty for almost 4 years now.
The veranda and the balcony upstairs, oh I can so picture some white wicker furniture to sit on!
When we first moved to the neighborhood, it was all concealed by huge carriganna trees!
And every year, at this time of year, I would walk quickening my pace as
Thoughts of it been haunted, just for a moment visiting my mind!
Why is it our mind can take us so quickly away?
I am not much a lover of Horrow Shows,
nor do I like to read Stephen King books.
I was thinking today, that just like people being stereotyped,
so can a house, this is the epitomy for me
At night sitting outside my front door, I can hear the creaks and the groans coming from that house.
I hear the winds rushing over and through the building exploring the world within.
This house reminds me alot of the old farm house I grew up in,
There was a staircase, and as a little child I would run up the stairs to my bedroom.
Off of that room, there was a little closet and I always used to think that something was in there.
Run, run, run up those stairs onto my bed to safety shielded by a protective blanket.
I have to laugh now, as if a blanket could save me.
This is a memory that has been hidden for many years, maybe not hidden, but forgotten!
In the movies you most often see big, old, creepy, dark homes,
Maybe because they stand empty now, that you are reminded that there used to be families living in them,
and now they sit, dark and dreary, with a history and memories unknown.
The house next door does have visitors on a daily basis, they are the pigeons that keep coming back year after year. In the early morning I can hear them cooing while I lay in bed.
When the current owners started renovating they found in the left hand corner at the front of the house,
An actual pigeon coop, so true to form they continue coming back to the same place.
To their home, this big old house, the not so haunted one next door.
Have a great Monday!