Anita’s Dream House

My dream house worries people.
Nobody is ever sure if anyone lives there now, but they are very sure that a few people have given up the ghost in the attic or the basement and the evidence is buried in the garden out back ( if you care to go digging for it- or should I say them ).
Sometimes people pay money to visit my dream house- they take tours and stand in the front yard and tell stories about it and when they’re done some brave and jaded souls will  tell each other, ” that’s not so scary ” in a dull listless monotone with their chins in the air as they try, very hard to stroll nonchalantly back to their tour vans.

Howard Pyle – The Haunted House (c.1904).

My dream house haunts my dreams and I think it might haunt yours too- at least I hope it does.