November 27, 2012 by Kriscinda Lee Everitt
Yesterday, I thought I’d make one last massive push to finish unpacking. The first step of that—which also turned out to be the last step—was to put certain boxes that aren’t being unpacked but stored into the crawl space accessible from the guest room closet.
When we went through the house with the inspector, I didn’t go into the crawl spaces. I just didn’t feel like it at the time. But today, I did. Or, I had to. Here is what we found:
On the other side of the crawl space, we found:
Every time we bring something in from the barn, or like, yesterday, bring things out of whatever dark and dusty recess of the house we happen across, we say, “This will be haunted.” So far, nothing has been haunted (certainly, that we know of), but this time, I’ve got my bets on the pink gramma candy dish. That thing simply must be full of unspeakable horror. Well, soon it’ll be filled with…I dunno…cotton balls? Nuts? Trinkets? Something. We’ll displace the resident spook and it will either have to learn how to live with us or move out to the barn.
In the end, all we did was clear stuff out of the crawlspace. Nothing got unpacked. I guess that’s what today is for.
Also, here are some pics from a snowier day than the previous one.
And now for the METAL part of this post:
Crawlspace – Haunted