I went for a walk tonight, as I do most nights. We live in a very ordinary neighbourhood of standard 1930s semis. They are generally nicely kept.
One house has a Volvo parked outside. It's the type of Volvo estate my parents had in the 80s. Its wheels are gone, its paintwork rusted and its windows smashed. Vines grow around and over it.
The garden is a pocket handkerchief wilderness. Ivy grows up the house and largely obscures the windows. The facade is cracked. The windows are original single glazing and permanently curtained.
But someone lives there. At night, you can see that the colourless curtains are in fact red, because lamplight shines through and makes them glow.
Who lives there? Are they a modern hermit? Did they just park their car on the drive one day in about 1992 and never drive it again? Why?
And.... do you have any little mysteries in your neighbourhood?