Do the ghost children play with that wagon?

I suspect my parents were, at least mentally, perpetually house-hunting for our growing brood. But their dry senses of humor popped out briefly whenever we passed a house like this on a back-country road. My father would point it out, and feign consideration, saying, "Well, that one would be a challenge."

Nicely exposed detail of how shingles were installed before sheathing was used. Like the vent details in the crawl space area at the right side. Too bad it is gone.

Until you expand the photo the house looks quite charming.
Expanded, it could easily become a basis for a classic Gothic horror novel, such as "The Haunting of Hill House" (1959) by Shirley Jackson and its oft quoted partial opening line, ..."and whatever walked there, walked alone."