The Dark House Revisited

It's nearly seven years since I discovered the dark, derelict house at the top of the hill. Then, the back door was open and I was able to wander around inside until I got too spooked and decided to leave. 

My travels had not taken me back along the footpath until last Thursday, a similarly drizzly and dull day to my first visit. The Dark House is now ringed with steel fencing and the gardens, such as they can be seen, are seven years more overgrown. I'd heard that the building had been bought for quite a considerable sum, but nothing is happening to it yet. Its austere 1930s brown-brick beauty is even more sad and run-down now.