So it’s become a joke among Josh’s brothers that our house is haunted. Sure, we’re right across the street from a cemetery (and an abandoned building, for that matter…), and sure, our house is several decades old, and it was in pretty bad shape when we moved in, and, okay, our yard is dead…BUT everything’s looking better and better! Josh cut down the dead weed-trees blocking our back door, Paige cleaned out the creepy closed (nicknamed “The Chokey”) in the spare room, and, really, things just keep looking better and better. We feel so blessed to be in such a nice place.
But, if any part of our house is still haunted, it’s definitely our basement. Luckily we don’t have to go down there much–except to do laundry. Our washer and dryer are in the furthest, darkest, creepiest corner of the basement, in the little crypt-like area carved out of the rock itself, covered in dirt, and half finished. Eew, gross. And creepy. Very creepy. Doing laundry takes so much courage it’s an adrenaline rush (at least for Paige. And she makes Josh go down there at night. Too many dark shadows). So if you ever need a venue for a haunted house, or perhaps somewhere to stash a dead body buried pirate treasure, our basement’s the spot. It’s the favorite part of the house tour when our siblings come to visit.
