I'm not sure what the attraction is, but I have always drawn to old abandoned houses that are slowly deteriorating. The one in the photo lies down a lane and belongs to my uncle. In my childhood, I remember an older kid, whose name was George lived there, and while I always liked to eat popcorn, George was the first person to show me how to make it, and I remember being quite amazed to find out that a non-adult could do such a thing.
The house hasn't been lived in for a few decades. Just getting close to it was a struggle with all of the honeysuckle and blackberry bushes creating a near impenetrable obstacle. I found the concrete block basement wall buckling and the east wall of the living room completely gone. I took some photos of the lonely empty interior walls.