When I was growing up and we had a chicken ranch in CA, at the edge of the ranch property was a tiny one-room wooden house that had formerly been home to a deaf woman, probably around the late 1800/early 1900s.
It had a door and a window. It was probably smaller than my walk-in closet.
Sadly, some arsonists got to it back in the 70s.
“Sadly, some arsonists got to it back in the 70s”
probably the goverment!! They love to burn down houses