I recently read a little story written by Ambrose Bierce in 1905 about creeping vine on a forgotten house. I was surprised to discover the uncanny resemblance shared between Ambrose's house with an abandoned house that my mother and I explored a couple of years back--down to its very location (somewhere between Missouri and Iowa). Just like the story, our house had its own mysterious vine that claimed it as its own.

[From itch.io]