I've been living with this view from my balcony, for quite a few years. It is not a house, but part of a building, that is not inhabited. I haven't been in that spot or the compound, but I feel a few yards away is near enough.
I just had a closer look today; an interesting picture to paint. The wooden door is tainted, white and deeply cracked. The lock, severely rusted, hangs on an equally sordid latch. Concrete stairs to the doorstep are uneven, with remnants of dried twigs hurled on them, by hot summer breeze.