So when I was a junior in high school, I got a project to make a roller coaster for my physics class. Everything was going smoothly until the day my partner and I had to paint it. We were spray painting the tubes in my garage when these two guys showed up at the house across the street, shouting loudly and banging on the door. In my defense, the neighborhood I lived in was in south Dallas and it's still not a safe place. I called the police, closed the garage, and positioned myself in front of the dining room window. Long story short the police showed up in full gear broke down the door and brought out the two boys at gunpoint. And that's the tale of how my whole block discovered that the abandoned house had new owners.