We live in a beautiful old Federation house. It has original leadlight windows, restored hardwood floors, and ornate ceilings that I love staring at when I wake up in the morning.
It also has a Door of Death.
They might as well have erected a sign saying This Is The Scary Part In The Movie Where They Find The Dead Children.
That little half-size door leads into a large crawlspace under the house, and I swear to God this is where Thomas Harris got the inspiration for that freaky basement in
The Silence of the Lambs.
I know in my heart that tarp is used by the resident axe murder to cart away bodies. Nothing you can say will convince me otherwise.
Holes in the wall. Leading into blackness. *shudder*
But the worst part - by far - is the Room of Horror:
No, I did not take this photo. We all know what a chicken I am so I made Ben do it. If an axe wielding maniac was going to leap through that door,
someone would have to run to save the children and I figured that someone might as well be me.
We have no idea where this door leads, and there's no corresponding windows on the exterior of the house.
Not only are there no windows, but as you can tell from the height of the photo, a big wall was erected in front of it - Ben had to stand on something and take the photo from a gap between the top of the wall and the ceiling.
So: a mysterious room tucked away in the far corner of the dark space under the house, with no outside access and no doorknob.
Clearly the only logical explanation is that a psychotic killer walled in his victims, or was walled in himself.
Mentioning this very reasonable hypothesis to Ben has lead to an evening of him gleefully whispering about the horrors that doubtlessly lurk behind the door.
I may never sleep again.
