Spooky Home Inspection Story Contest 2020
By Stephanie Jaynes
Thanks to all who celebrated the spooky season with us by entering our third annual spooky home inspection story contest. We’ve collected your most hair-raising horror stories and chosen our favorites.
We are pleased to announce our 2020 scary story contest winners, who have received $100, $50, and $25 Amazon gift cards for First, Second, and Third Place respectively.
Read the winning stories, including runners-up and last year’s top picks, below.
Spooky Home Inspection Story Contest 2020
First Place: The Missing Man with an Ax
By Tony Lees, FriendLees Home Inspections, California, USA
I was asked to inspect a home as a favor to some relatives. I soon discovered something interesting about the previous tenants: The son had tried to murder his parents with an ax, burn the house to the ground, and die by suicide. And he was missing.
I got to the home on a cold and windy afternoon. Just like a movie, fog started rolling in. I approached the house and noticed pieces of yellow crime scene tape still left behind. As I entered the home to the howling wind coming through gaps in the windows, I pondered my next move. Should I lock the door to prevent the murderous son from entering and catching me off guard? But wait: What if he was already inside the home? If I locked the door, it would delay my escape from his hatchet-wielding warpath. I decided to take my chances and lock the door.
The first thing I noticed in the house were the hatchet cuts. They continued throughout the house on the walls, the cabinets, and even the support posts. The walls of the bathroom were smeared in a dried brown substance, which turned out to be blood. There was dried blood in the kitchen and blood stains on the carpet.
I went downstairs, but there was no power. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I pointed my flashlight toward the den where there was a hole in the floor from a fire that the son had tried to start. The hair on the back of my neck raised up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an open door. Swiftly, I turned around and aimed my flashlight into the pitch-black room, expecting to be charged with an ax.
Well, luckily, that didn’t happen. The son never turned up. But honestly, by the end of the inspection, my nerves were shot. To think that this was all an unpaid favor for a relative!
Second Place: Eerily Unoccupied
By Wayne Lopez, Carolina Blue Home Inspections, LLC, North Carolina, USA
On the way to the first home inspection of my career, I had a wide range of emotions: nervous, excited, and everything in between.
I arrived at the location and knocked and rang the doorbell. No answer. I tried the door, but it was locked. So, I decided to call the buyer’s agent, who told me the property was unoccupied and to try to gain entry from the rear of the home. I went around the house and, once again, I knocked to no answer. This door was unlocked, so I entered.
Once inside, I tried turning on the lights to help dispel the strange feeling inside the house, but the lights wouldn’t turn on. As I pulled out my flashlight, I heard a piano start to play. I nervously called out that I was there to inspect the home and made my way through the house. It was empty and dark. All the shades were drawn, and every door was closed. There was no furniture to be seen.
Following the eerie sound of the piano, I made my way to the living room. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Roughly 20 pairs of baby shoes were perfectly lined up in front of a boarded-up fireplace. They were the only items in the room.
Panic started to seep in, but I hadn’t found the source of the music. I kept my eyes on the little shoes as I walked through the living room and reached the door of a bedroom, which was tightly shut like the rest of the doors. I could clearly hear the music now.
I contemplated turning back, but with my last bit of bravery, I grabbed the handle of the door and pushed it open. I looked to the center of the room and saw a radio on the floor, which was emitting the unsettling music. The house didn’t seem to be as unoccupied as we’d thought.
I won’t be forgetting my first inspection any time soon.
Third Place: The Paranormal Property
By Cliff Sturgill, National Property Inspections, Virginia, USA
My nephew, Elijah, and I were inspecting a 50-year-old, two-story brick house. There was nothing foreboding or creepy about it—at least, not until the inspection started.
We met one of the buyers, who told us that she would be leaving but her husband would be coming at some point during the inspection. So, my nephew and I got busy inspecting the house.
After inspecting the exterior, roof, and attic, I went downstairs to the laundry room to inspect the electrical panel, where Elijah soon joined me after inspecting the rooms upstairs. When he came down, I explained some of the issues I had found in the panel. After only a few moments, we heard footsteps upstairs. I told him the husband must have shown up early, and that I would leave the cover off the panel so I could also show the husband what I had found. We heard the husband continue to walk around the house for several minutes before I told Elijah that I would go up, introduce myself, and enter some inspection comments into my tablet.
But, when I went upstairs, I didn’t see anyone. But I did hear what sounded like a tape measure being extended and retracted in the kitchen. Figuring the husband was busy taking some measurements, I headed to the dining room to enter some comments into my computer. I heard the husband continue walking and measuring as I typed.
Once I’d finished, I walked into the kitchen to meet him. But no one was there. So, I searched upstairs. Empty. I peered out of the windows on all sides of the house, but no one was outside, and no vehicles were present. Elijah was still downstairs, and he didn’t carry a tape measure.
I went back downstairs and told Elijah that no one was up there. We shared a nervous laugh, and Elijah headed upstairs to finish inspecting some components. I proceeded to inspect the garage just outside the laundry room we were in.
After a few minutes, I heard cabinets and drawers opening and closing in the room I had just left. I figured Elijah must have already finished upstairs and had come down to do the laundry room. I did think he was being a little rough and noisy inspecting the room though.
After finishing the garage, I walked back into the laundry room. It was empty. I scampered up the stairs, yelling Elijah’s name as I went. I located him on the other side of the house where he was inspecting the sunroom. I asked if he had just been in the laundry room, and he replied that he had been upstairs the entire time. He had also not been opening or closing any cabinets or drawers.
The wife soon arrived. She said that her husband was stuck at the office and would not be coming. So, neither of them had been in the house. In the living room, Elijah explained to the client that the ceiling fan wasn’t working. The switch was on, but he had not been able to get the fan turning with the switch or chain. A minute later, after passing beneath it, I looked up to see the fan start spinning on high speed. The same thing happened with a light in the den. Elijah had tried repeatedly to turn it on with no luck. Then suddenly, it came on as I walked beneath it.
At that point, we were beyond nervous laughter and jokes. We were glad to put that house in the rear-view mirror.
A Briny Surprise
By George Anderson, Building Tech NW, Washington, USA
A few years ago, I scheduled an inspection of an old, very large Victorian house for some out-of-town clients. Upon arrival, and much to my surprise, I was greeted by the sellers. They were an Eastern European extended family who spoke very little English. Through a few words and gestures, I let them know what I was doing and where I would be in the house for the inspection.
When it came time to inspect the basement, I headed down the stairs with the couple’s Slavic-language words of approval. (Though, in hindsight, I wonder if they were words warning.) I descended the creaky steps into a vast maze of belongings, hallways, and closed doors. There was a single dim lightbulb at the bottom of the staircase, so I pulled out my flashlight as I headed down the hall in search of the electric panel.
The second door to the left was to a fruit cellar. The shelves were filled with row upon row of canned beets, pickles, and sauerkraut. The vinegary mustiness stabbed my increasingly acute senses, and my neck hairs rose to the chill.
As I creaked open the next door to the right, my flashlight shone on a bathtub. The light reflected off of a staring set of beady eyes. Looking closer, I discovered that the eyes belonged to a completely skinned corpse, bathing in the tub.
I must have screamed as I shuffled and tripped into the hallway. I got up, breathing hard, my heart pounding. The seller appeared behind me, his voice startling me further. I yelped.
“Brine pig,” he said, pointing to the tub. “Brine pig.”
Trapped in the Basement
By Ron Zimmerman, Berks Realty Services, Pennsylvania, USA
About 10 years ago, I was hired to inspect an old farmhouse for a nice young couple. The inspection was going very well until we reached the basement. The three of us were talking when, suddenly, we heard a door slam shut.
I said. “Did either of you hear anybody or any footsteps?”
They both said they hadn’t and stared at each other.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” the man asked the woman.
“Yes, it must be the ghost,” she replied quietly.
Hesitantly, I went up the steps. The door was shut and locked. There was no other way out.
“What do you know about a ghost?” I questioned in shock.
The husband then showed me a photograph he had taken when they had their first showing of the house. In the picture, his wife stood in the living room with a blurry figure standing behind her.
With a credit card, the husband was able to unlock the door. Upstairs, we searched the house and the driveway for someone who could have closed and locked the door. We found no one.
“You knew this house was haunted, but you still want to buy it?” I asked incredulously.
“My wife grew up in a haunted house, so it did not bother us,” said the husband matter-of-factly.
I completed the inspection but still couldn’t help thinking, Rather you than me!
A Crawl Space to Die For
By Carl Reese, CR Construction, California, USA
I once inspected a vacant home’s crawl space that was almost tall enough for me to stand upright. As the inspection progressed, I could feel the ground give way to squishy plastic bag under my feet. It was a shallow grave.
I beelined for the exit and stepped on two more bodies in plastic bags. Upstairs, I pulled the agent aside and asked her to call the sheriff.
Turns out, the former owner buried her dogs in the crawl space. She said she was worried coyotes would dig up and eat her deceased pets.
A Snake Not on the Same Plane
By Richard Barmes, Barmes Enterprises Inc., Florida, USA
While inspecting a ranch home, I set my ladder up to enter the attic that spanned above the garage and to the other end of the home. When I got into the attic, I saw something moving by the access hole. It was a very large snake. I’m petrified of snakes.
Since it was guarding my exit, I didn’t know what to do. I yelled down to the realtor and the buyer, who were both in the dining room. No response. So, I started pounding my foot on the ceiling joists. Again, no response from below. While attempting to get their attention, my eyes never left the snake’s.
It started moving in my direction. Fear gripped me as I increased my yelling and pounding. I was trapped. I had to get out of there somehow. With the snake getting closer and appearing bigger than I’d first imagined, I kicked a hole in the ceiling below me. I crashed into the dining room where the realtor and the buyer were entertaining themselves.
I started yelling about the snake and told them that they had to follow me outside. Once we were out front, I explained to them that the snake was bigger than big and that we needed back-up. The realtor called 911, and the county sheriff and a couple deputies showed up.
At first, the police seemed more amused than concerned. Then, one of the deputies stuck his head in the hatch and jumped down, yelling that it was a boa or a python.
Twenty minutes later, Florida Wildlife Control showed up. The technician went up and began to bring this snake down. She had to ask for help because of its size, so the other deputy assisted her.
By now, we had attracted half the neighborhood. All the neighbors watched as the wildlife technician and the deputy pulled down the snake that was 9.5 feet long and 3 inches in diameter.
The realtor talked to the seller. Apparently, the snake was the seller’s pet, and it had been missing for three months. I took a loss on that inspection for the repairs, but I was surely grateful to get out of that attic.
A Colony in the Dark
By Paul Sullivan, Wrigley Home Inspections, LLC, Virginia, USA
It was a typical hot and humid July day in Virginia. I knew the attic would be sweltering and I was not looking forward to putting on my full respirator.
Before entering, I snapped a picture of a small opening at the corner of the exterior attic vent of the property I was inspecting and noted it for the report. It was large enough to potentially allow a bird or small squirrel to get in.
As I cautiously set aside the attic hatch, I observed a one-inch coating of an unusual ash-like substance covering the hatch’s top and the surrounding insulation. A pungent odor penetrated my respirator. Slowly, I pulled myself up and sat on the framing of the entry. Securely positioned, I turned on my 3000-lumen flashlight and pointed it up.
I sat frozen, staring at over a thousand brown bats hanging overhead. If that wasn’t enough, half of the bats had tiny, baby bats clinging to their bellies. Fortunately, the suspended bats remained in a deep sleep and took no notice of me and my labored breathing. I slowly extricated myself from the bat attic, never to return.
Spooky Home Inspection Story Contest 2019
First Place: Scaredy Cat
By Tom Rees, A Closer Look Home Inspection, Utah, USA
I was inspecting a multi-unit building that was built on a crawl space. The crawl space ran under all of the units and, to get from one unit to the other, you had to go through a small opening in the common foundation wall between the units.
I was crawling through the last opening to inspect under the last unit when I became aware that something was staring at me. Two feet from the left side of my head was a cat—just sitting there on the foundation ledge. It scared the hell out of me!
After composing myself, I noticed that it wasn’t just any old cat. The cat was deceased and perfectly mummified in its sitting position. Weird, but true.
Second Place: The Rug
By Bronson Anderson, Inspector Homes, Inc., Virginia, USA
Three years ago, I was asked to inspect a home that was involved in a trust. The family wanted to know what was going on with the house before they put it on the market. The realtor involved said that the mother had died in the house a year earlier. The family had refused to enter the house, and they weren’t changing their position for the home inspection. I was inspecting on my own.
I inspected the exterior of the house, the second floor, the first floor, and then the basement. While I was in the basement, I clearly heard footsteps above me, walking from one end of the house to the other. Assuming that a family member had changed their mind and come to the inspection, I ran up the stairs to introduce myself. But, I couldn’t find anybody inside the house or outside. So, I chalked the sound up to the wind.
Back in the basement 15 minutes later, I heard the footsteps again. Again, I ran up the stairs to catch whoever was there. But, just like the last time, no one was there.
An eerie feeling come over me. I became cold and got goosebumps as I searched the house. Opening the door to one bedroom, I saw a rolled-up area rug on the floor with what looked like a body inside. There were blood stains on the floor around the rug, and the room was cold and dank. This was the room that the mother had died in.
I bolted, ran down the stairs, jumped into my truck, and sped away. I was in such a hurry that I left my jacket inside the house.
Come to find out, the family had experienced a similar situation when they were in the house. That’s why they’d refused to enter it since.
Third Place: The Staircase
By Scott Patterson, Trace Inspections, Tennessee, USA
The time was mid-August and the year was 2002. I was inspecting an 1860 home in Crystal Springs, Mississippi that had been used as a command headquarters and, later, a hospital during the Civil War. The old home had been vacant for about 20 years and was pretty run down, with no power, no water, and plenty of critters. But my clients wanted to restore it into a bed and breakfast.
I met my clients and their agents at the bottom of the eight-foot, sweeping staircase to the second floor—the centerpiece of the home. As I filled them in on some of my findings and started to head upstairs, a cold breeze greeted me. I honestly did not think anything about it and figured somebody opened a window upstairs.
On the second floor, I realized I’d forgotten my camera, so I started back down the stairs. The cold spot greeted me again. Every time I went up and down those stairs, I felt the cold breeze.
I must have had a strange look on my face because the clients asked what was wrong. I asked if they had opened any windows, and they said they had not even been upstairs yet.
Since the inspection, the home has been on one of the ghost hunter shows on TV.
Runner-up: The Silent Woman
By Zach Shawd, HomeScope Inspections, Arizona, USA
I was in a rough part of the inner city doing an inspection for an investor. When I arrived to the house, the windows were broken and boarded up, which gave me a creepy feeling going into it.
When I opened the front door, I yelled inside, asking if anyone was there. (Just as a precaution.) I waited outside to see if anyone would show. When no one did, I entered.
As I began my inspection, I heard something coming from the other side of the house. Immediately, I froze. Again, I yelled, asking if anyone was there. And again, I received no answer.
Trying to shake off the eerie feelings I had about the house, I picked up where I’d left off. As I inspected, I turned around and saw a lady standing down the hall. She didn’t say a word—just stared at me.
I asked her why she didn’t say anything when I shouted into the house. Turns out, she was homeless and had broken into the house with some other people. She was occupying one of the guest bedrooms.
For my own safety, I skipped inspecting her room and left shortly after our encounter.
Spooky Home Inspection Story Contest 2018
First Place: Dinner and a Show
By Howard Ryan, H&K Ryan & Associates, Western Australia
In 1996, I was in an attic. It was about 4:00 PM. I was on my own. The agent had just left and told me to lock up.
My foot slipped on a ceiling joist, and my foot went through the plasterboard. I couldn’t pull my foot back up because a metal clip had embedded in my ankle. I was bleeding and it was dripping onto the white carpet below. My mobile phone was on the kitchen bench along with the rest of my inspection tools. I panicked a little.
I heard movement on top of the paper insulation. It was a rat. It had smelled my leg and walked over to where I was bleeding.
Then I felt something slide across my hand. It was a venomous, red belly black snake. I couldn’t move and just froze. I remembered watching a snake show with Australia’s famous snake guy who did not move, so I didn’t either. The snake pounced at the rat and was rolling all over my leg trying to devour its prey. Still didn’t move.
Twenty-five minutes later, the homeowners came home. They screamed when they saw the blood and my foot dangling through the ceiling.
I yelled, “Don’t move!”
The homeowners thought I was a burglar and called the police. The cops saw the funny side and got me out.
Second Place: Uninvited Guest
By Joseph Pruitt, The House Reporter, Washington, USA
The vacant home was an old house, nearly a century old. Old homes are noisy and this one was no exception. The floors creaked, the doors squeaked, and the coastal winds pushed up against the home. These sounds I expected. But every now and then, I heard something different. A shuffling noise, the sound that a large animal might make while moving slowly.
After my first hour, I was convinced there was an animal in the crawlspace. I had not yet inspected the crawlspace as I always leave that dirty chore for last. I was starting to dread the final part of my inspection.
Opening the old wood door to the crawlspace, I scanned the interior with my flashlight before I entered. Nothing. I entered.
After a few minutes of belly-crawling through the crawlspace, I became completely engrossed in my task. I forgot my concerns over the noises I’d heard earlier. I made my way around the perimeter, nearing the access door when I came upon a pile of fallen insulation. As I approached, the pile moved.
“Okay, time to go!” I said aloud to myself.
Not wanting to see what angry animals might burst out from the pile, I turned to crawl out.
“I don’t want to. Cold,” came a muffled reply from the pile.
Turns out that a homeless man named John had found the vacant home and its dry crawlspace. He has been living under the home for about week.
I called the local police and spoke to one of the officers I had inspected a home for the previous year. He got John into a bed at a shelter.
I hope John is doing better. But without a doubt, that was my scariest inspection!
Third Place: The Model Walk
By Levi Adair, Palm Springs Inspections, California, USA
I was inspecting a fairly large $1.2 million dollar house. Judging by the age of the appliances and overall condition of the property, the place had been neglected for the past 15 years. Every room just felt empty or like it had a void in it. It was odd to me because I just do not get “feelings” about homes while I am inspecting them.
While I was standing in front of one of the bathrooms on the second floor, I clearly saw a person walk out from the other bathroom into the bedroom next to it. I hadn’t seen or heard anyone come up the stairs with me. I walked over to the room to greet whoever it was, but there was nobody there.
After finishing my inspection, I headed downstairs. I ran into my buyer’s agent, with whom I have an extensive work history, and I told him what had just happened. He gave me this really weird look and just kept about his business.
About a month later, I got a call from the same agent. He told me that the buyer had arranged for a mold specialist to evaluate an exterior closet that I had called out during the inspection.
While the agent and the mold specialist were standing in front of the closet, discussing the buyer’s options, the owner walked up and just blurted out: “By the way, the house is haunted.”
That’s when the agent told the owner what I had seen.
The owner replied in a harsh tone: “Yes, I know. It’s my wife. She died and will not leave.”
Turns out, the wife was a model who died from asbestos exposure from the very makeup she modeled for years. We looked it up and found the lawsuits and everything.
By Joshua McKay, Lake City Inspections, Idaho, USA
During an inspection of a home in a remote, wooded area, I noticed what appeared to be religious cult literature in multiple locations. In the kitchen, I also found strange jars filled with weird substances, including animal body parts.
The basement was strange, too. Much of the basement was filled with survival supplies. On one side, there was a makeshift living space with a bed. On another, there was an empty, wood-paneled room with no lighting and a padlock dangling from the latch outside the room. There were even pictures drawn in crayon on some areas of paneling.
As I began inspecting the main service panel on the entry level, I heard the distinct sound of the basement entry door opening and then closing. I walked down to the basement expecting to see the homeowners or my client. Nobody was there. Door was locked. After about 10 min of walking around the basement with my flashlight, I gave up and went back to my inspection.
About 20 minutes later, I moved to the upper level. That’s when I started to hear weighted creaking sounds coming from the main floor —the kind of creaks you would expect to hear if someone was trying to walk across noisy flooring undetected. I snuck over to an exterior window to see if a new vehicle was in the driveway. Nope. But I did notice neighbors at a nearby property gathering and looking in my direction.
In the most manly and authoritative voice, I said, “Hello? Who’s in here?”
Immediately, I heard a hurried version of the same creaking footsteps. Then nothing. I made my way downstairs only to find that I was, indeed, alone in the home. Was I really being stalked? Or was it all in my head? Was it supernatural? Who knows.
The Angry Mother
By Tim Nisly, Nisly Inspections, Kansas, USA
I did a home inspection for a client that I thought went very well. After he moved, he had sewer problems, so his mother called me. At first, she seemed quite nice, but then she asked if my insurance would take care of her son’s sewer problems.
My reply was that, in my pre-inspection agreement, it says that we cannot inspect things that we can’t see—including sewers. Furthermore, I said that the online disclosure says that all the plumbing was new from the house to the main. I suggested that she talk with the realtor and seller about the issue.
Later, I found out that it went to court. That scared me, but I never got a call.
Then, the same mother sent me a VERY nasty text saying that she was going to make me miserable and make the sewer issue public. She was blaming me for her son’s sewer problems.
I replied that I would no longer communicate with her.
Fast forward two months: I received a call from my actual customer—the son. I was quite scared of what he was going to say. In short, he called to apologize for the way his mother treated me, in fact he said I did such a great job that he told the realtor to refer me to other people. Needless to say, I was SO relieved!
The Littlest Demons
By Paul Cummins, No Surprises – Home Inspection NOVA-DC, Virginia, USA
The $2 million-plus house in D.C. was well cared for, but everything was so damp. There was a grate over a pit to the basement bathroom window that was covered in moss and algae. The basement stairwell was sodden and green, but the wood basement door in perfect shape, so no worries, right?
Clients showed up, a mother and her boy, so I walked them around. The boy, about eight, didn’t want to be there. I mentioned the tree and the pit, but the mother said it looked well cared for and, well, the HVAC system was getting old.
I went right to the basement expecting it to be wet given the situation outside. Just a little surface mold behind the air handler—not uncommon. At this point, I was feeling really good about the house and was just trying not to knock over any priceless artifacts.
It was dusk and the home was dimly lit so the client noticed mold on the register in the dining room before I did. Dang.
“Yes, looks like Penicillium or Aspergillus—likely just surface mold due to condensation. The house has been unoccupied for a long time, and we’ve gotten more rain this year than ever,” I said.
All the registers had the same coating. There was no forced air system on the top floor. I said the ducts and air handler should be sanitized and the ventilation improved, but I didn’t see any reason to suggest a serious mold problem. (Those are caused by floods or long-term, persistent leaks.)
The client called her husband and they insisted on a mold test. I repeated that I didn’t think it was necessary, but I took the samples.
108,000 spores of Aspergillus and Penicillium per cubic meter upstairs! The highest count I’d ever gotten was 20,000 before that. The house needed complete remediation and an improved HVAC system. Frightening!
The Bubbles Below
By Allen Blaker, Inspection Specialists, Arizona, USA
Home was a standard, single-family residence with a rear yard swimming pool. It was being sold by “Open Door,” which meant 24/7 access to the property by using the entry code. At the time of our inspection, the rear pool was full but green, and I was unable to see the bottom. My company policy is to return, for no added charge, to complete the inspection after the pool has been cleaned up.
I can usually fit this type of inspection in between scheduled inspection times, but on this particular day, I was completely booked and was unable to get to the property until well after dark. At night, it was difficult to see the bottom of the pool until I turned on the pool light. With the light on, I could see half bubbles, about a dozen of them, on the bottom of the pool. Some were as big as 24 inches in diameter and raised up 8 inches high, and some were 6 inches in diameter and raised up 2 inches high. I took many photos of the pool and put them in my report.
When I met the realtor and my customer the next day in the sunlight, you could not see the bubbles on the bottom of the pool without looking very very closely.
The property had four mature fruit trees and deep watering these compromised and rusted the steel pool structure. The hydrostatic pressure from the ground water lifted the Gunite in those large blisters. The pool ended up requiring a $14,000 re-build, which I would have missed had I not gone out there at night!
I have now raised my pool inspection price considerably and look very closely at the bottom of every pool.
By Ed Neyland, AC&E Home Inspection Corp., New York, USA
A number of years ago, I did an inspection on an old house. The current owner and buyer were talking in the rear yard. Now, keep in mind, the yard was flat—nothing special.
The buyer said to the owner, “I think I want to put an in-ground pool in the yard on the right side.”
The owner said, “I don’t think that is the best place for the pool. I think you should use the left side of the yard. You will get much better light.”
Now that is all he said about the yard.
The next day, the buyer went into town to look over the survey. He points to that space in the yard and asks what the survey says about it.
“That is a graveyard. You have six people in the rear yard,” the clerk said.
“But there are no grave stones!” the buyer said.
The clerk said, “Well, if you dig your pool there, you will find six people. In the 1800s, people were able to bury their kin in the yard.”
Three weeks later, I was reading the newspaper over breakfast and there was an article about how the town found gravestones in the dump and traced them back to the same house. The town fined the homeowner for throwing out the grave stones.
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