My house was built in 1825. it's name is 'Sylvania' and it used to be a plantation a verreh verreh long time ago. For some reason the nice people decided to scatter widdle buildings everywhere and so we have a carriage house, a well house (complete with a boarded up well), a back house (that's what we call it...originally i think it was for the overseer or caretaker or some one like that), a barn, a smokehouse (which is the only brick building), a creepy wasp-infested playhouse modeled after our house, and i think that's it...I've been told there was once a blacksmith's and a pig sty or something waaaaay down the hill, but now that is a lake where i go fishing when i am bored enough. I have also been told that there were once slave quarters but that they burned down a while ago...if you go over there where they were you can still find bits of earthenware pots and metal things like a door hinge or a rusty rusty handmade nail. My house is in the middle of nowhere and our drive way is a state road...meaning it will remain a dirt road forevah -.-. My house is registered in the Historical Society or something like that...so we get a cute little certificate that hangs on our wall in this cute widdle computer room in which i sit for hours on end ^.^. My house can get verreh creepy at night because it is old and dark...and...yeah. Sometimes when i am alone in my house i hear snoring....which is not only creepy, but very -annoying- as well-.-.