Escalating Disturbances

What is going on in this prosperous neighbourhood known as Hampstead Heath? Here you will find a rare corner of the London metropolis still retaining its village and leafy atmosphere. Even the small detached and semi-detached houses ran into a ton of money and apartments achieved millions. Just when you thought the property prices spiked; up they would fucking go again.
Quaintness and tranquility attract and areas such as Wimbledon, Barnes, Dulwich, Greenwich, Richmond, and the like were no competition for Hampstead Heath; they were knocked into a cocked-hat when it came to the wealth department. Hampstead was in a league of its own. Here pockets of affluence abound; a small area of London which arguably boasts some of the most expensive houses in the world.
A picturesque semi-rural district steeped in history and peppered with grand mansions occupied by wealthy Widows, bankers, Jewelers, stuck up pompous fat cats and Arab owned Mansions rarely occupied; and they are rich, filthy fucking rich.
Ornate Wrought iron gates, intricate facades and security systems ruled the architectural eye. Amidst this rural jewel in London's crown various ponds were scattered around and one stood out, a large pond commonly known as Hampstead Pond. The Pond held no pretentiousness and the rich and poor locals of the Hampstead community thrived in its tranquil atmosphere. Sunday, often described as the proverbial day of rest, and to some their only day off. That's the preferred day they would come and enjoy the activities the pond afforded.
One such family are the Jones's, this particular family occupied without doubt the largest house in Hampstead, built on the largest plot and without doubt boasting the largest fucking price tag and incidentally the Jones's attracted the largest amount of curiosity.
The Joneses are not ya typical family, quirky, weird unique? I'll leave it up to you to decide; let you be the judge so to speak. The twins Johnny and Jennifer had special abilities an