Before the Gloved One moved to his famous ranch, home was a mock-Tudor spread called Hayvenhurst. The Daily Beast’s Andrew Goldman gets an inside tour.
When I visited Hayvenhurst in 2001, even eight years before his death, the house seemed haunted by Michael Jackson. Rolling through the iron gates, I passed the unoccupied guard station, which had cobwebs on it, and the video monitors were all off.
