Much like Mary Bailey's love for 320 Sycamore, I've had my eyes on this house for a long time. It certainly stands out among the rest on this street. The tenants on the lower level have left much of the house unchanged, including the rotten front porch, which is probably what rendered the place unsafe.
Doors opening to/from separate garages.
Lower level entry from the street. Notice the beautiful felt Anaglypta wallpaper.
Some artistic license was taken for this arrangement. And by that I mean none of this was in this room or position originally.
One minute, you could be living safely and comfortably in your box. The next minute, you could be screwed over by your mortgage lender, forcing you to leap out. This little guy is designed to test your reflexes.
Original (and oddly painted) ornamentation on the living area ceiling.
The second level was a separate apartment from the ground level. It was more modernized and more maintained.
Inside the gable off of the front. The middle window really is hung a little crooked.
Some remarkable carpentry here. Today's building inspectors probably don't see it that way. And for good reason; they're pretty scary to maneuver, especially in darkness.