Is anyone ready to see this dang house?

Maybe calling it a 'house' is rather hopeful..or even wistful. I know! But, wait, let me tell you what I know. The little thing is solid, it has a solid foundation and a basement. I just looked at the property records and they go back to the 1860's. There is some evidence that it might have logs or split logs under that siding and all that lath and plaster. It is one strange little building. But, it's actually bigger than it looks.


You ready for the next part? I am hesitant to show you because I know some of you might think I've completely lost my marbles. I wouldn't blame you. Okay, here goes...

The living room is small, but, decent small. Plenty of room for furniture and TV and stuff. The old windows are cute and most of them have storms. It has the cutest old exterior doors and old squeeky screens. He said he actually had replacements for these and I about died. No way. Anyhow, there is nothing here some paint and carpet couldn't fix. Moving on...

Well, umm the kitchen needs a little something. Heh. Yeah, well, I love the solid wood 50's style cupboards and I just want it cleaned and painted. This kitchen is actually BIG. There is room for my china cabinet, my pie safe and a table and chairs, with room left over. Strange how they made it so large. It must have been the heart of the house, but, it's unusual in a place this old.

There are two bedroom, totally uneventful. Nothing wrong with them. Paint and carpet needed. One has a king mattress in it, so they're both big enough. But, the farther back you walk into the house, the more you can feel...something. That plastic and cardboard next to that lamp is weird. I asked him wtf that was and he didn't bullshit me. He said the last residents (years ago) were afraid of the closets and blocked them off. I said, 'It has closets! Woo hoo!' But, he said, for real, 'it' starts at the witching hour, 3 am, but, he never let it bother him. I pegged it. I said it's a man and a woman, but, it's the old woman who walks the house. He said, 'Exactly'. Her name is....'Effie!' We both said it at the same time. He's psychic too. Anyway, I don't see her as a problem.

Okay, that will need more than a little bleach and paint. Yeesh. But, I know how to hunt the salvage yards, and I know how to put this stuff in too. It's really not a big problem. The general plumbing and the sewage pipes are in very good shape. So is most of the electric. He's fixed the roof and it looks good everywhere, except...

The laundry room, porch. A tree fell in on it last year and he ignored it. He asked me if I wanted the whole room torn off, but, I think we can save it. Seriously. I know it looks really bad, but, he sees holes in the roof, I see...a Clematis coming through! Gotta save that! There's a shitload of roofing tiles already here and I think we can fix it and drywall the inside. The floor there is concrete. Nothing's rotted that can't be cheaply replaced. Shrugs. It would make a great office shared with a washer. And I could sit there and look at my gardens. I like the windows and old doors in there.

Okay, there's the Guntown shack. I know some of you think I'm out of my mind. But, I'm doing this. Remember, if you think it's ugly..there's always Trumpet Vine. Wish me luck.