This is the house I grew up in. It's a big, old (1920's) house that has been renovated several times. This is a view from the backyard garden. I didn't get the front of the house because its mostly covered with trees and vines. When we moved in, it looked like shit on the outside and inside. All the woodwork was intact, but it had to be re-done. It had 1960's green and orange carpet, and several outdated appliances. (Circa 1940's). During the renovation, part of it caught fire, and the new addition in place of the old one that burned is the part in the brownstone area. It's the kitchen/small den area. Anyway, this is what we transformed it into. It took several years to get it looking this good. It's actually a really neat house on the inside. Very intricate details on the woodwork, and it even has a secret passage! It's from the library down to the basement. It took me forever how to figure out how to work it. You have to push the panel in, then reach in this hole and pull up the lock. Most likely, it was put in for the wink and a drink days of prohibition. My sister Lori and I have been told stories about how it is haunted by the guy who built it. Apparently he went crazy one day, probably schizophrenia nowadays, and he shot himself in the house. I do indeed know that he committed suicide in the house, but to as how crazy, or perhaps drunk he was, I have no idea.
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