Drunken/criminal neighbors and a haunted house
We live on a quiet dead end street. We probably have the best location in town, because there are about 20 acres behind us with a pond that we can fish in, and about 15- 20 head of cattle and a little herd of goats. There is one house next to us, and one house across the street. A perfect place to live, until...*cue Jaws music* the neighbors from HELL moved in next to us.
Cindy was a former client of mine (I work for the state welfare department) and she had a teen-age daughter that took to coming over and asking if we would buy liquor for her (she was about 15).
My husband and I usually have the annual Christmas party for the department at our home. We held the party shortly after Cindy had moved in. I looked up, and there she was, in my kitchen, so drunk she was slurring her words. She had invited herself and her new boyfriend to the party. She took off an expensive leather jacket and tossed it in my kitchen trashcan, evidently mistaking it for a coat receptacle. My husband took it out and handed it to her, telling her she must've thrown it in by mistake. I should've asked her to leave, but she was a little like a train wreck, and free entertainment besides. :D About a half hour later a guest brought the coat back to me. He'd found it in the trashcan again. My hubby later said the third time would have been the charm - he'd have a new coat that she'd probably never miss. :lol
Anyway, the boyfriend was new in town and needed a job, so my hubby told him to go to his place of business as they were always hiring entry level people. The boyfriend did, and got a job. Unfortunately, several weeks later he determined where the boss (and his elderly father) lived, broke in to their apartment while they were there, stabbed them and took their money from their wall safe. As it turned out he was a criminal on the run, and has never been caught. And one of my husband's coworkers disappeared at the same time and has never been found, which was very, very odd since he had just remarried and his children from a former marriage lived with him and his new wife.
Anyway, as it turned out, Cindy had just met the guy a few days previously in a nightclub, so she didn't know much about him. She went through several more boyfriends, who, although they were shiftless, at least didn't stab anyone. :ohno She was finally evicted and now the house is vacant. I can't wait to see who our new neighbors will be. [/sarcasm]
When we first moved to the neighborhood about 6 years ago, a middle-aged man lived alone in the house across the street from us. He said that his wife had left him recently, which was strange because they'd always gotten along until they moved to the neighborhood. We would see him standing outside his house at night, like he didn't want to go in. Strange, but some people like being outside, so I didn't think much of it.
About 3 months after we moved in, we didn't see him anymore. Then one day his grown daughters came to see him and ran out of the house screaming. He'd evidently had an abdominal aneuryism and bled out all over the house. They had to remove the carpet in the entire house. Sad. :ohno
A few months later, Doctor Randy, his wife and teenage daughter moved in. Doctor Randy took to coming over and talking with my husband. He and his wife weren't getting along either, and he swore they'd had no problems before they moved in. he said she and the daughter didn't like staying in the house for some reason. He laughed when we told him about the man that'd lived there previously, but when his wife and child moved out he, too, spent most of his time outside, just standing in the yard. One day he came by and asked my hubby to store some of his tools in our garage. He was going to go see his wife in another town and he was afraid someone might steal them (the house had no garage). He never returned, and the landlord finally had all the furniture hauled out and re-rented the house.
Now we have new neighbors every six months. Families move in, and they are there for about a month, then they move out, and the house is vacant for four or five months until someone else moves in. We've never gotten friendly with anyone again. I don't know what's going on there, and I don't want to know. :confused
