There's a parcel of wooded property directly behind my house, totaling about 15 acres. For years it was basically derelict, other than to serve as a dumping ground for random miscreants. It's changed hands a number of times as optimistic developers have looked to circumvent or obtain relief from the zoning restrictions that limit the entire parcel to a single structure due to various setbacks, wetlands, etc.
About a dozen years ago somebody bought it and decided to build a single house - a really big one, in the hopes that the resale value of a custom McMansion on a large wooded plot would fetch big bucks. This first dude started construction on the House in the Woods and then promptly ran out of money after it was framed and sheathed.
There is sat for ten years. Kids partied in it, chickens roosted in it. Finally, a little more than two years ago, somebody else picked the thing up. They finished the house and it sold quickly.
The occupants - a couple, as far as I can tell - have been there for two years. He comes and goes at all hours. She rarely leaves the house. They have very expensive cars - Mercs and Porsches. In two years they haven't stopped to speak to anyone in the neighborhood. Those of us along the property line just see the cars moving up and down the quarter mile-long driveway from the house to the street.
They do, however, have odd visitors. Odd as in guys who will pull into their driveway but stop about a third of the way up. After a couple of minutes we'll see one of Mr. Neighbor's cars come down the driveway. He'll pull up alongside the visitor's car, driver's window to driver's window.
Sometimes they just sit like that for a while, obviously talking, then everyone goes on their way.
Sometimes one of the guys will get out and get into the other guy's car for a bit.
Other times they'll open their trunks and exchange what appear to be gym bags.
So... yeah. Sketchy ****.
About a dozen years ago somebody bought it and decided to build a single house - a really big one, in the hopes that the resale value of a custom McMansion on a large wooded plot would fetch big bucks. This first dude started construction on the House in the Woods and then promptly ran out of money after it was framed and sheathed.
There is sat for ten years. Kids partied in it, chickens roosted in it. Finally, a little more than two years ago, somebody else picked the thing up. They finished the house and it sold quickly.
The occupants - a couple, as far as I can tell - have been there for two years. He comes and goes at all hours. She rarely leaves the house. They have very expensive cars - Mercs and Porsches. In two years they haven't stopped to speak to anyone in the neighborhood. Those of us along the property line just see the cars moving up and down the quarter mile-long driveway from the house to the street.
They do, however, have odd visitors. Odd as in guys who will pull into their driveway but stop about a third of the way up. After a couple of minutes we'll see one of Mr. Neighbor's cars come down the driveway. He'll pull up alongside the visitor's car, driver's window to driver's window.
Sometimes they just sit like that for a while, obviously talking, then everyone goes on their way.
Sometimes one of the guys will get out and get into the other guy's car for a bit.
Other times they'll open their trunks and exchange what appear to be gym bags.
So... yeah. Sketchy ****.
