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…
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
As one of the founding editors of We Love DC, Jenn’s passions are theater and cocktails. After two decades in the city, she’s loved every quirky, mundane, elegant, rude minute of her DC life. A proud advocate for DC’s talented drinks scene, she’s judged the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s ARTINI contest, the DC Rickey Month contest, the Jefferson Hotel’s Quill Cocktail competition, and is a founding member of LUPEC DC. A graduate of Catholic University’s drama program, she toured the country as a member of National Players, and has been both an actor and a costume designer before jumping the aisle to theater criticism. Writing for We Love DC restored her happiness after a life-threatening illness, and she’s grateful to you, dear readers. Send your suggestions to jenn (at) welovedc (dot) com and follow her on Twitter.
