I have lived in the same treehouse for 13 years, and with the exception of a very few people, I have had the same neighbours for all of those 13 years. Most of them I know well enough to chat with ... "Lovely day today..." that sort of thing. A couple of them are fairly close friends. But the folks who live in the apartment two houses away are aloof and mysterious. I have never seen them, ever. It could be Bigfoot and Godzilla living there, and neither I nor any of my neighbours would know it. The lights are usually on in the evenings, so we are fairly certain the apartment is in fact inhabited, but the curtains are always closed and the place remains hidden behind the branches of the trees, like a Gothic English novel. It looks cold, dark and uninhabited.
However, every Friday night like clockwork, the drapes are opened to reveal a spectacularly furnished apartment with wonderful antiques and carpets, candles and soft lights, and a table loaded with food and drinks. The curtains stay open on this festive scene from around 7:00 in the evening until around 6:00 the next morning ... and no one is ever there. Not a soul. At dawn, the curtains close again until the following Friday. I once thought I saw a flicker of a shadow in this diorama, but I realized I was mistaken; it was just my imagination.
For 13 years this same scene has played out every Friday night. I'm sure there must be a story to it, but I am stymied as to what it might be. I would love to hear some of your suggestions. Do you have any idea what is going on when those curtains fly open on a Friday night?