Imagination Gone Wild

I thought that as I got older, my imagination would be still, quiet and less, um, wild. It's gotten worse! True, I no longer worry about sleeping with my foot out of the blankets for fear that the devil is going to reach from hell and snatch me in.

But, case in point...the neighbors across the street. I seriously think they are up to something and I think that that "something" is illegal. The house is covered in curtains that are always drawn and one of the windows is boarded up. No one literally lives at the house but when they (two men) do go to the house, they will bring a horse trailer and park it clear up to the front door. Moments later, the guys start loading big, unmarked boxes into the truck. They drive off.

A few nights later, I look out my window to see that there's been a "drop off" of huge retail ice maker. (The kind that you see at large grocery stores.) It's now in the front yard, by the door. (I think there's more than likely a body in there.)

The next night, a car drives up again and it parks so close to the door, that I'm surprised that the door can even open. Once more, boxes are loaded and they drive off.

There's no yard cleaning or dogs or kids running around. The guys tend to talk on their cellphones in the front yard, all the while, they are only at the house long enough to make a pick up and then leave.

So, would you:

A) Call the FBI and see whether or not they are on the Wanted list? (That could mean a huge reward.)

B) Make some cookies and go over and introduce yourself just to be nosy?

C) Knock on the door when no one is home and look in the windows and the backyard?

D) Continue to let my imagination run away with me?

I just know that until I found out what's the real deal, I'm going to be on pins and needles. But, then again, the neighbors next to them are suspicious too. They drive a beat up food truck which leaves late at night and comes in early in the morning. I seriously doubt they are serving deli sandwiches and coffee at 2 am, do you?