Just in time for Halloween, the Post is reporting on a story about a real estate investor finding a man’s skeleton in the tub of a house he purchased at auction. Creepy, and sad.
It reminds me of a story a few years back about a DC couple who found a suitcase in their stairway crawlspace. Inside was the skeleton of a baby.
Though we’ve done a lot of work on our Victorian house, we’ve yet to find any ghoulish remains. Though everytime I do laundry in the basement, the hair on the back of my neck rises. There’s a hole in the wall, covered with ripped chicken wire, that leads to a long, dark crawlspace under the kitchen. Apart from pipes and cobwebs, it seems empty. But the floor is earthen, and I always wonder what’s really under there.
We start kitchen renovations in January…
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