The creepies of homeownership?
So, PoC was doing some work in the basement today and removed some old fiberglass insulation. Tucked/hidden under it, he found....
a spoon, blackened on the bottom and bearing remains of a white substance.
The house is 70 years old, so I'm sure it's seen its share of unfortunate things, but it seems creepy (and a bit pathetic) to think of some former resident getting high and then hiding the spoon away in the insulation...
a spoon, blackened on the bottom and bearing remains of a white substance.
The house is 70 years old, so I'm sure it's seen its share of unfortunate things, but it seems creepy (and a bit pathetic) to think of some former resident getting high and then hiding the spoon away in the insulation...
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My dad's house used to be owned by a doctor before there was fully regulated trash removal. Whenever they were working in the yard, they'd find little empty glass vials buried everywhere. They've got a whole line up of them in the kitchen.
I love strange house stories, can you tell?