Yeah, I love those old houses too.
I don't care for this 'art.' It reminds me of Crazy Mary's house.
Story on this site, not quite halfway down the page.
Dead People I Was Mean To.
A friend and I drove by once in HS, and Crazy Mary was watching out her screen door. I never yelled anything at her, but you can't help but be curious.
edit: I don't know if that's the real story. My mom, a lifelong resident of that town, didn't know either. I don't remember just toy cars, there were baby dolls and other toys hanging in the trees.