There are other houses on my grandmother's property. One is a boathouse. It is rustic looking. And it becomes either creepy and haunting or beautiful and nostalgic depending on the weather.
With afternoon sunlight the wood takes on a goldish color. Light streams through spiderwebs and the sun reflects on the water inside the boat house. With a bit of a breeze all the ropes and hanging nets sway and bounce off the wood. The reeds rustle, water laps at the dock. Music is in the air. The boats and waves dance with each other. Now this way, now that way.
On overcast days the wood turns grey. The warps in it seem exagerrated, like the boathouse is stooping over to stare at you. The cobwebs appear sinister. The boats grate against the dock and the waves slap the rocks and walls. The ropes and nets appear like nooses and restraints. Wind whips through and the reeds bend at odd angles. The water is spastic and shifting. Its frightening.
I'd never seen Manic Depressive real estate before.

There's another house that's just out and out creepy. But in a cool way. Its the house Ingmar was born/grew up in. There is a lot of memorabilia there. Old clothes and newspapers, tools and appliances, furniture and architecture. The downstairs is painted and nice, there are high ceilings and the layout is cool. The upstairs are the creepiest part. There are two windows, one on the east and one on the west. The walls are just the inside of the wood beams that you see outside. There are dozens of old boxes and other artifacts of a forgotten age. Clothes hang ominously on the wall and menacing metal tools glisten where the rust ain't.

Its a cool place.

My grandmother's house is about fifty feet from the sea. But because of all the islands its a very calm little area. Her boyfriend, Ingmar, took us all out on a boat around an island or two. I don't remember the name of the one we went around, but she lives on Andersö. The other one is named after Anders brother. I think it might be Per, but I don't remember. Anyway. The two islands are separated by a stone's throw. So there's a lovely and quaint wooden bridge with a beautiful arc that connects them.
The house is set in an apple orchard. The apple trees grow on two sides of the house. For part of the year there are pretty white flowers, for another part there are pretty red apples and green leaves. For another there are naked branches and snow.
My grandmother's house has a tube in the side. Its for the cat, Gröelle. Gröelle was adopted by my grandmother. Her name means "Grey One." Like Gandalf, except feline and fat. The tube is so she (the cat, not my grandmother) can slide into the house. It comes out in the basement. The insides of the tube are now getting polished as Gröelle grows out. Eventually she won't be able to fit, that will be a sad day. Time for a diet.