There is a house directly behind mine that is often, way too often, up for sale. I call it The Bad Luck House.
When we first moved into our house there was a young couple and their son living in TBLH. Their little guy could be seen, occasionally, maneuvering his wheelchair around the back yard. Not long after we arrived a for sale sign appeared at that house. Neighbours informed us that the parents had purchased a metal swing set but the father hadn't assembled it properly and it collapsed on the boy, rendering him a paraplegic. The mother blamed the father, they divorced and sold The House.
Families came and went and eventually The House was purchased by a young man who intended to remodel and sell for a profit. A few years after he moved into The House his brother died in a tragic plane crash. I don't know how the renovation went but a few years later the for sale sign was back.
To be continued...