Inside the Unusual House That Looks Like a Work of Art

A strange house is waiting on a hill, and nobody can quite decide if it’s a bargain… or a trap.
Three bedrooms. Three bathrooms. Nearly 3,000 square feet of curved glass and forgotten ambition.

 

Listed for just $65,000, it looks like an observatory, a movie set, a relic from a future that never arrived.
Inside, everything depends on whether someone dares to rip it apart—or resurrect its Art Dec…

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