This house is on the way to the farm. In all of the years we lived up there, and all of the years we've visited up there, I have never seen anyone really live in this house.
Renovations would start and then stop - several times. The barn always appeared to be in use, and the grass was cut with frequency. But...I don't know...
I like to think it's haunted and that whatever spirit(s) reside inside aren't friendly. But that's just me.
Anyway. Short one today since B gifted me with his lovely illness and I feel like a big ole pile 'o crap.