One day, I drove by a house and I didn't get a really good look at it, but I knew it was unusual. Granted, we were looking for "Old, run-down, a little creepy, etc." but, when you're coming up empty, "Odd" seems worth a second look. I was late getting back to our office and I didn't have time to stop, but I made detailed notes about exactly where it was so I could send one of our scouts back to find it. OK, fine! "Detailed" consisted of, "It's on the left side of Rt. 209 as you're headed back to the office. It's blue. It's round -- like a turret! It's a either a mile or so before or after you pass through Stone Ridge. The road curves right near it."
Naturally, with these great directions, nobody else could find it and they all thought I had just hallucinated the place.
Anyway, today I knew I'd be driving by there again and figured I'd see if I could find it again. On the way into Kingston, I totally missed it. On the way back, however, I found it!
I will also readily admit that if anyone had found this house while we were still looking for the location, they would have come back to the office and looked at me like I'd grown a couple of extra heads. This house isn't even remotely like anything we were looking for.
But it's odd! I'll give it that.