I probably could have been filming webisodes for years then.
There are three houses, the size of general 2 bedroom apartments but with stairs, on my section of this mountain. The guy who used to live in one of them ... was literally insane.
He had a gun collection. He would shoot off his AK-47 or whatever it was into the woods at 2am. He would set up firecracker lines that would pop off for 5 minutes. He would start up his truck at 3am and rev it up and just scream and scream and scream for an hour straight.
I had to become friends with him because one night, after an alcohol and video games binge at this place I worked at with a movie screen, I backed my car into the ravine and he towed me out of it, free of charge. Kind of. He "charged" me with insisting I hang out with him regularly. He had guns and knives and swords and gas masks and Nazi memorabilia and more and more.
One day, my landlord was doing some work on another house. I went over and talked to him - always a good idea to be on good terms with the landlord. And he told me this guy had been in the middle of the road leading to my home, and had been with his dog, and was stopping traffic and challenging people to "punch his dog" so that he could retaliate and beat them up. And it gets worse.
There was one day where 12, yes 12, police and 2 ambulances went to his house one day. A scuffle ensued. After a few hours, they all left, after a lot of yelling. I don't know what that was about.
He then let a friend move in with him. Turns out this friend had been in a shootout with police about a year earlier and was somehow let out of jail. And he took over the house.
One day, I came home and the cats were loose. I always keep the kitties confined to the bedroom with the porch door open during warm months or they'll destroy the house.
So when I heard about this guy, I realized he had gone through my house. I haven't much to steal, other than my collection of logs, but must don't know what the fuck they are. There were some herbs readily available, but they were all there. My tv was about 15 years old so I guess that didn't cut it. I don't know what he was looking for but I guess I didn't have it.
So the renter who had been there over 10 years left the place, but the other guy stayed and paid no rent. So my landlord, who is a badass, went up there and told the guy, look, I will pay you $500 to just leave, and I'll give you a ride to the airport, if we can just be done with this. And that was the end of it.
But now I've got "The Hills Have Eyes" people living close to me. And no one knows who owns the house! My landlord owns most of the property here but not that area. There's no fucking address on the house. The Post Office has never heard of it. This place looks like The Old Dark House from James Whale. It's a complete
anachronism and we found nothing online to suggest ownership. It's fucking creepy.
Why can't I have just a normal life?