I guess this is appropriate for Friday the 13th.
I like scary, creepy old houses. Or scary, creepy old shops.
There is a creepy house on our street. Nothing grows in the garden and we never see anyone there and it’s…well, it’s just creepy.
I’m too scared to take a photo of it. But I like imagining the secrets and ghosts that lurk there. This is a creepy house in Forrest that was on our way to the local cafe.
What are you scared of?