The Spooky House has been my archetypal house-o'-dreams since I was a wee little tacker. I used to have happy daydreams about it as I waited for the train to toddle off to school.
Wedged in opposite an ugly shopping village and the uglier Indooroopilly train station, it has been vacant for as long as I've known it, which is nigh-on twenty years. Not so long ago, it had a makeover- a new roof and a paint job, then all the windows got boarded up and a barbed wire fence was put up around it. Strangely it's spookier now with its blind 'eyes' than it was back when it looked like it would be full of dead pigeons.
Who owns this empty masterpiece? Surely they'd be better off renting it for a pittance rather than leaving it vacant? Say, to a handmade jewellery studio/ purveyor of fine coffee? Maybe a vampire lives in it- the spooky creature du jour. Someone needs to rid its garden of Jim Beam cans and give it some love. C'mon universe- make it happen.