On a quiet street in an upscale neighborhood of Virginia an old house is
being renovated in preparation for its sale. A new coat of paint,
applied by a small crew of probably cheap illegal immigrant labor, a
little landscape work being done by undocumented workers planting some
flowers and blowing leaves down the driveway to improve the houses curb
appeal.
The owner is hoping for a quick sale prior to his having to relocate.
You see, like so many others, hes about to lose his job. And, given
his age and bad heart, one might naturally think hell have difficulty
finding a new job, what with the Mortgage Crisis and the Financial
Crisis and The WarS and all. There are hard times ahead.
The house is kind of an anomaly in the neighborhood, relatively small
and somewhat uninviting, unlike the other homes designed for
entertaining and society type activities. Inside, the kitchen is rather
small, not suitable for dinners for a dozen or more, the dining room
tiny relatively speaking and the living room probably couldnt
accomodate a cocktail party for more than a dozen people - at best.
There isnt even room for a piano. And the fireplace is less than
impressive - hardly big enough to warm two people in wing back chairs
sitting directly in front of it.
The agent trying to sell the house has apparently signed a
confidentiality agreement, for he absolutely refuses to say who
currently owns this house - something to do with Halliburton. The
neighbors are equally tight lipped about who lived next door. When
asked they go into I see nothing. I hear nothing. I know nothing
mode. Perhaps their neighbor was a serial killer and they fear property
values in the neighborhood will drop if anyone finds out.
Those who have looked at the house comment on the fact that it has an
odd feel to it, something about it being vaguely disturbing, a certain
darkness to it, an oppressive ambiance. Word is itll be a tough house
to sell.
And if some of the rumors are true, its going to be on the market for a
LONG time. Some think it may become one of THOSE houses you find in
older small towns - the old house the kids refer to by its name, in
whispers, and avoid around Halloween.
Rumors will circulate about odd sounds coming from the property late at
night - shot gun blasts, screams as if someone is being tortured,
rattling chains. Theres even a story going around about a mass grave
somewhere on the property and apparently theres some black gooey foul
smelling stuff leaking up out of the ground. The visage of a pale
hunched over bald old man with glasses, mumbling obscenities and
complaining about his heart is said to roam the property when theres a
full moon.
The Old Cheney Place will certainly become this little communitys That
House.
On Sep 27, 12:17=A0pm, charlieb <[email protected]> wrote:
> On a quiet street in an upscale neighborhood of Virginia an old house is
> being renovated in preparation for its sale. =A0A new coat of paint,
> applied by a small crew of probably cheap illegal immigrant labor, a
> little landscape work being done by =93undocumented=94 workers planting s=
ome
> flowers and blowing leaves down the driveway to improve the house=92s cur=
b
> appeal. =A0
>
> The owner is hoping for a quick sale prior to his having to relocate.
> You see, like so many others, he=92s about to lose his job. =A0And, given
> his age and bad heart, one might naturally think he=92ll have difficulty
> finding a new job, what with the Mortgage Crisis and the Financial
> Crisis and The WarS and all. =A0There are hard times ahead.
>
> The house is kind of an anomaly in the neighborhood, relatively small
> and somewhat uninviting, unlike the other homes designed for
> entertaining and society type activities. Inside, the kitchen is rather
> small, not suitable for dinners for a dozen or more, the dining room
> tiny relatively speaking and the living room probably couldn=92t
> accomodate a cocktail party for more than a dozen people - at best.
> There isn=92t even room for a piano. And the fireplace is less than
> impressive - hardly big enough to warm two people in wing back chairs
> sitting directly in front of it.
>
> The agent trying to sell the house has apparently signed a
> confidentiality agreement, for he absolutely refuses to say who
> currently owns this house - something to do with Halliburton. =A0The
> neighbors are equally tight lipped about who lived next door. =A0When
> asked they go into =93I see nothing. =A0I hear nothing. =A0I know nothing=
=94
> mode. =A0Perhaps their neighbor was a serial killer and they fear propert=
y
> values in the neighborhood will drop if anyone finds out.
>
> Those who have looked at the house comment on the fact that it has an
> =93odd feel to it=94, something about it being vaguely disturbing, a cert=
ain
> darkness to it, an oppressive ambiance. =A0Word is it=92ll be a tough hou=
se
> to sell. =A0
>
> And if some of the rumors are true, it=92s going to be on the market for =
a
> LONG time. =A0Some think it may become one of THOSE houses you find in
> older small towns - the old house the kids refer to by its name, in
> whispers, and avoid around Halloween. =A0
>
> Rumors will circulate about odd sounds coming from the property late at
> night - shot gun blasts, screams as if someone is being tortured,
> rattling chains. =A0There=92s even a story going around about a mass grav=
e
> somewhere on the property and apparently there=92s some black gooey foul
> smelling stuff leaking up out of the ground. =A0The visage of a pale
> hunched over bald old man with glasses, mumbling obscenities and
> complaining about his heart is said to roam the property when there=92s a
> full moon.
>
> The Old Cheney Place will certainly become this little community=92s That
> House.
Man, you paint a dark picture of the Naval Observatory!
R
Especially since he put in the wrong place.
SteveP.
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On Sep 27, 12:17 pm, charlieb <[email protected]> wrote:
> On a quiet street in an upscale neighborhood of Virginia an old house is
> being renovated in preparation for its sale. A new coat of paint,
> applied by a small crew of probably cheap illegal immigrant labor, a
> little landscape work being done by undocumented workers planting some
> flowers and blowing leaves down the driveway to improve the houses curb
> appeal.
>
> The owner is hoping for a quick sale prior to his having to relocate.
> You see, like so many others, hes about to lose his job. And, given
> his age and bad heart, one might naturally think hell have difficulty
> finding a new job, what with the Mortgage Crisis and the Financial
> Crisis and The WarS and all. There are hard times ahead.
>
> The house is kind of an anomaly in the neighborhood, relatively small
> and somewhat uninviting, unlike the other homes designed for
> entertaining and society type activities. Inside, the kitchen is rather
> small, not suitable for dinners for a dozen or more, the dining room
> tiny relatively speaking and the living room probably couldnt
> accomodate a cocktail party for more than a dozen people - at best.
> There isnt even room for a piano. And the fireplace is less than
> impressive - hardly big enough to warm two people in wing back chairs
> sitting directly in front of it.
>
> The agent trying to sell the house has apparently signed a
> confidentiality agreement, for he absolutely refuses to say who
> currently owns this house - something to do with Halliburton. The
> neighbors are equally tight lipped about who lived next door. When
> asked they go into I see nothing. I hear nothing. I know nothing
> mode. Perhaps their neighbor was a serial killer and they fear property
> values in the neighborhood will drop if anyone finds out.
>
> Those who have looked at the house comment on the fact that it has an
> odd feel to it, something about it being vaguely disturbing, a certain
> darkness to it, an oppressive ambiance. Word is itll be a tough house
> to sell.
>
> And if some of the rumors are true, its going to be on the market for a
> LONG time. Some think it may become one of THOSE houses you find in
> older small towns - the old house the kids refer to by its name, in
> whispers, and avoid around Halloween.
>
> Rumors will circulate about odd sounds coming from the property late at
> night - shot gun blasts, screams as if someone is being tortured,
> rattling chains. Theres even a story going around about a mass grave
> somewhere on the property and apparently theres some black gooey foul
> smelling stuff leaking up out of the ground. The visage of a pale
> hunched over bald old man with glasses, mumbling obscenities and
> complaining about his heart is said to roam the property when theres a
> full moon.
>
> The Old Cheney Place will certainly become this little communitys That
> House.
Man, you paint a dark picture of the Naval Observatory!
R