Every neighborhood has one. Walking home from school or work you half notice a dark negative energy telling you to not look up.
Cobwebs have overtaken the fence of this empty brick and stone structure. A giant mailbox waits for no letters. The last resident had no use for a garage.
Paint chips slowly flake off the rotten back porch. The sidegate is permanently shut with chain link.
Years ago wood (presumably for the fireplace) was neatly piled outback. Mysterious caretakers make sure the front lawn is not overgrown.
Local folklore has it that a family dispute sent this old brick cottage to probate hell.
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