Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. 
Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
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ghost that lives in this house is a one of the lonely ones...not one
that haunts people and tries to drive them out of his/her house (as seen
in the animated movie "Monster house" no i did not see it...i just saw
bits with my brother). No this is a ghost, who has lived a happy and
contented life. I am going to imagine that i know that i know the story
of the life of this one: Her name was Ana-Maria, and she had been living
in her little cottage ever since she married her childhood sweetheart,
Thomas. She and Thomas lead a happy and simple life. That's how all
peasants on the English countryside. Ana-Maria (that's what she was
called, no nicknames, no abbreviations) was not an adventurous girl and
she did not wish to have one, all she wanted to do was live her life and
do her part, that is being a good wife and daughter which she was. She
had a good life she did, whispering sweet nothings to Thomas early in
the morning as he came back from milking the cows with their milk and
smiling secretively to him over their tea. But then things changed, they
grew up, the "things" that changed wasn't their love but their minds.
As they grew older, Ana-Maria and Thomas were exactly what you expected
from an old couple in the green wide countryside in England, as the rest
of the world roared on these too simply decided to live teir life as it
was. That's what what their house learned, anyone who came in contact
with them learned that, they learned the secret to life : to take things
as they come. Their little cottage stood for much longer than them,
after they perished(buried in one grave by their doting neighbors) the
house did not switch hands at all. The others all felt that this house
was to be a standing monument of those who wanted to live their lives
for themselves. Ana-Maria and Thomas in fact never left, they stayed not
to guard the house but the village, to always glow in the minds of all
who remembered them,to remind them of them of their best kept secret.
For whenever someone walked past this house depressed and fed up they
always felt new hope.Many a turned down love-torn youth and many a bent
old an has sought shelter in this house and has always walked back with
fresh hopes. This house does indeed bleed with hope.
i took that from my other blog on WordPress : http://diaryahemjournalofalonelygirl.wordpress.com/
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