bun/k/er- unamed

>Long time ago strange men with strange hobbies bought out a large block of newly build suburbs
>these men wore strange clothing to blend into the enviroment and carried strange tools
>tools made of wood and steel
>tools made of sheet metal
>and tools made of plastic
>overall they were good neighbors
>courteous but somewhat estranged and alienated by society for their interests
>all was well if not for one thing
>in some neighborhoods around the area peaople were hearing rather peculiar sounds at night
>sometimes it would be a light knocking, as though a bird outside is pecking away at a pebble
>at other times it was louder, sounding like a book falling on a wooden floor
>but what caused the most concern for the neighborhood and even the city itself was something louder still
>on a couple occassion on days of no particular note a thundering roar coming from earth itself
>and the shaking permeating throughout the local area
>needless to say people were scared
>the government of course assured everyone that this was simply an earthquake
>even though the city was hunderds upon hundreds of miles away from the nearest fault
>people believed it
>the slight knocking and smacking sounds continued for years with the occasional earth rumble here and there
>but one day it all stopped
>no knocking
>no banging
>nothing but the sounds of the suburbs
>a week passed
>a month passed
>nothing was happening
    >But then on one of the days
    >bank collectors came to one of the houses with strange men
    >whome nobody has seen for quite some time
    >They tried to get in contact with the men to request payment for their credit but no one answered the phone
    >Once they got to the door they saw that it was unlocked
    >They cracked open the door and shouted 'Is anybody home?'
    >But they were greeted with a solemn silence and a peculiar smell
    >They decided to look around
    >They saw a clean room with small ammounts of dust here and there
    >They saw a plate with half eaten, mostly rotten food
    >A still running computer with the browser open to a strange cryptozoology website
    >Looking some more around the house the collectors did not find anything wierd or out of place
    >Car still in the garage, fridge still has some food in it
    >Seemed as though someone simply steped out for a second
    >A week or so ago
    >Never to return
    >Soon a similar scene was discovered all along the block
    >All had half eaten food rotting
    >All had running computers
    >All browsers were open to that strange website
    >Police investigated but found nothing
    >The case went cold
    >Years passed
    >Houses went from owner to owner but none seemed to stay for long
    >Some mysteriously vanishing others loosing all their sanity
    >Soon the homes became abandoned due to it's bad reputation
    >There they stood, forgoten and uncared for for the next 60 years
    >But one day the a wealthy man bought out this cursed place to build a highrise complex in it's place
    >because of this he sent an inspection and demolition teams to clean up the run down houses
    >here is where we begin our story