The local “spooky house”; building began sometime in the early 1960s, according to local sources, for an older man who had bought the land and who had planned to live there alone. However, he died before the house was finished, and it has sat there ever since, quietly falling apart. As kids, we were discouraged from setting foot onto the property, and mostly we avoided it. One assumes that the heirs either have no idea that they have the land, or it’s tied up in a contested will, because otherwise who would hang on to this nice quiet patch of woodland and let a little house there fall to pieces?