empty houses are the strangest thing. without the energy of people, they become nothing but walls surrounding ecchoes from the past. once a family lived here. shared good and bad. maybe they saved up money for years to afford this property. maybe it was part of an heritage. i wonder were they went. and why no one cares for this old house anymore. when i was younger i dreamt of owning an old house. well, guess i'm all grown up now. because renovating doesn't seem as tempting as it used too. maybe a playhouse in the backyard could be fun though.