The scary house down the street

Two years ago I moved in with my father to take care of him. The first year I was I shock after my Mom died, the second very busy. So when I went to get the mail yesterday and on my way back to the house I noticed the front door which we never use.
As I have stated I will be painting this in the summer. I am ready to take charge again. I also am going to be ripping the clematis down.
Check out the icicles.
They remind me of long hair. I need to whack them down but I held off until I got a picture.

The scary house down the street...............is mine.

I am doing this as a back blip and quick because I am at break at work.
I am hearing fast music in my head as I finish this as I have to go......................