My favorite house
When I bought my first condo (five blocks up on the park) I asked my kooky real estate agent about the penthouse.
She told me that while she didn't know the current owners, the previous owner was a big time screenwriter...who lived alone. I won't tell you what screenplay she claimed he wrote, 'cause it's just gossip (I will tell you it involved dinosaurs)...
Anyway...this owner let the house fall into total disrepair. He was a complete recluse, never went out, never had company (you know, a Willy Wonka type) When he died, in the house, it took weeks before anyone actually found him. Isn't that just crazy?!?
I'm told the new owners pimped it to within an inch of sanity. Which makes me happy, since it's such a fabulous home...That being said...even if I was sitting on a pile of cash (which I'm totally not:P), I don't know if I could handle the past...kinda creepy...no?:/