| | I've been sitting here debating for almost two weeks whether or not I should actually post these on the web. My dilemna was that I wasn't sure if this was maybe too scary to post to a blog that otherwise is about writing and doing not much of anything, and I didn't want to be responsible for horrific Wang Chungesque seizures when some hapless surfer happens upon this blog. But then I mentioned this to my wife and she asked to see the pics, and when I showed her (mind you-she's the type who, when you ask her what the scariest movie she's ever seen is, she earnestly answers, Ghostbusters) she took one look and immediately started laughing. "Are you being serious?" she asked me.
I am being serious. I'm being dead serious. But given that she wasn't even remotely frightened when she saw these pics, I'm going to go ahead and post them on the blog right now.
Just know that you've been officially warned....
The backstory: My buddy Joe and his wife and kid(s) moved into a colonial in Connecticut last year, and this summer decided to redo the basement. The house was built in the late 80s, and there had only been one previous owner--a childless couple that moved in on Day 1 and lived there, alone-mind you, for the next 20 years. And then my buddy moved in, and he hated the basement--the walls were covered with this heinous wood paneling and the carpet was a Pepto pink, etc, so anyway one weekend I drove down to help him work on the basement and when I arrived he looked visibly upset, and didn't want to go down there because, in pulling down the wood paneling, he'd found...something. I asked him to show me, and he refused, so I went down into the basement by myself and looked around and gasped. Remember--prior to my buddy moving in nobody with kids had ever lived in the house.
And this is what I saw:
Be afraid.
Be very afraid.
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