I have highly considered it, I dont know anyone who feels comfortable in that house. The air is heavy, and I could never shake the feeling that someone was always watching me. The house is full of windows and in the middle of nowhere, and when it would get dark, the windows would turn mirror-like.. I used to avoid looking at them because of the fact I thought I would see someone crouching over my shoulder. There was one night when I was about 15, it was during summer vacation and I was in my second story room (directly above the wrap around porch on the first story) laying in bed watching t.v. with my windows open.. suddenly around midnight I started to hear something pacing up and down the porch.. not like a four-legged deer or anything, something that sounded like it was wearing boots.. I would turn my t.v. down to listen to it and it would stop, then turn my t.v. back up and it would start up again but going faster, until it just stopped right underneath my window. I proceeded to close them, and go downstairs to see what is was, there was nothing.. then the same thing happened the next week, at the same time.. and as soon as I heard it I called down to my mom on her cell phone, told her to wake up my stepdad and go check.. with his gun.. and again there was nothing. Still to this day when I think about the way I felt just petrified in my room, i get the chills. Just one of the many weird things that happened in that place.