I used to live here about 85 or maybe 1986. I was 6-7 years old and my mom moved us in with her boyfriend Doug Hamner. I'm almost positive that is his station wagon. My mom swore there was a ghost farmer upstairs and I ran into a big black great Dane one morning getting ready for school. Saw it the next day dead for weeks. The back porch area with the screen. Was the entrance to the kitchen where there was a about three-four foot spiral staircase going to the second floor. A dimp was behind the field and the tree always had lady bugs covering it. Our neighbors to the right and out of picture lived about half a mile away. They had no running water or electricity. I remember them taking baths in a tub inside a porch area. It was right under a hand pump. All cold water. Right after we moved out, it mysteriously burnt down. No clue why. Btw my mom's boyfriend had tried to kill my mom in front of me by strangulation. He was a very violent drunk. Probably dead now....