I know I said I’d do good, bad and ugly, but I’ll do “the creepy” too because a couple of things stand out.
First, after we’d been moved in about two hours, my Patient Husband stood by the window at the front of the house.
And while he watched, and SUV pulled up to the driveway and stopped. He thought, “Oh, we’re going to meet the neighbors.”
Then he saw a flash, and a moment later, the SUV continued on.
What? Someone stopped and took our picture? Except none of us were outside! How odd. Especially when you consider that anyone who’d wanted a picture of the house was more than welcome to get it off the real estate listing that had been online for, oh, a year.
I said maybe it was Google Maps coming by, in a strange coincidence. But also, why the flash? It was broad daylight.
I have no idea who would want to spy on my Patient Husband, since his job is in industry rather than in, say, espionage. And anyone who wants to spy on me deserves what they get. (“Aaagh! I’m blind! I’m blind!”)
Second creepy factor: we live on the edge of a woods with a brook. Yes, in Major Metropolitan Area, such places exist. The area appears to be protected, and there are stupid regulations that say we can cut down trees but we cannot remove any gravel from the brook. This is fine by me. We’d been told that if you follow our street down a certain distance, you will find a trail that leads you to the brook.
On Sunday, we went hiking up our street (we’re very lame hikers: thou shalt hike on paved roads) and shortly the houses grew further apart, then disappeared, and everything got quiet. A little beyond that, it became all woods, and the paved street began to look less and less paved.
We kept finding markers on the side, but nothing indicating a real trail to follow (“boundary marker” and “witness marker” were two of them.) There were signs off the side of the road that said absolutely nothing at all. My family friend with the bunker would have been going crazy at this point, looking for the bar codes put there by the UN.
Before moving here, I’d looked forward to hiking around in the woods and on the paths when the kids were at school, being quiet and one with nature. As I walked along this road, my New York senses were ringing five kinds of alarm bells: if I were alone, I could be killed by anyone along this path and no one would know for weeks. Not that we’re in a dangerous area. The crime statistics on Angelborough are beautiful (ie, nothing) but I’m still a New Yorker at heart, and you don’t let those instincts die easily.
And then, abruptly, we found three things:
- A dirt path veering off to the side, with an unsigned sign, looking as if no one had taken it for sixty years.
- The paved road became tragically unpaved beyond belief, as in “severe tire damage” unpaved. And finally,
- The woods suddenly ended, and there were huge fields on either side behind a chain link fence. And no signs whatsoever on the fences.
I turned to my Patient Husband and asked if we had wandered into an X-Files shoot. We went a little way up the road along the fences, and then we turned around.
Google Maps has no idea what that area is. Neither does Mapquest. I’ve asked a couple of locals, and neither do they know what that area is.
Creepy. Very, very creepy.