Friend of my father's bought a hunting property from an estate sale, Farmhouse, Newer metal barn and probably a dozen assorted outbuildings.
Place was owned by an eccentric doctor before my father's friend. Dude was beyond bizarre, smarter than a whip and his tastes were beyond eccentric.
One outbuilding was filled with medical textbooks and yearbooks.
One was filled entirely with enough musical instruments and stands to equip an entire orchestra, with sheet music to go along with it.
He had 3 daughters who apparently were into Off-roading, as there were a selection of what I would classify as "Farm Cars" that were just driven until they couldn't drive and abandoned.
One that collapsed had enough medical hardware (scalpels, spreaders and other equipment that I'm not intelligent enough to describe) to equip a hospital.
There was one building I explored with my buddy that looked to be a model house from the 70s. Shag pile carpet, the colorful wallpaper, analog TV and furnishings to match. Nothing to tell anyone had been in there or lived in it, only tracks were from our boots.
The piece-de-resistance was found floating in a jar of embalming fluid: A 5 month old male fetus.
Apparently, later in his life, his wife miscarried. As I mentioned, he had 3 daughters. So he kept his "son".
They bought this place when I was 12, So 20 years later I'm certain they're still finding remnants from the Good Doctor.