Yep, the scary room. It looks creepy and most certainly sounds scary, but is probably the quietest place in the house. While we’ve never had any experiences in this part of the house, it seems to be a favorite “house story” among our friends, so in deference to them, here we go.
Our basement is divided into a three rooms, complete with ancient wallpapered, plasterboard walls and ceilings. One of these rooms is a small 7′ x 10′ space in the southeast corner which has acquired the moniker, The Scary Room™. When we moved in, we were exploring the basement and on the east wall of the scary room there hung a ratty old green canvas tarp. Behind the tart was an even rattier old wooden door which was the hatch to the crawlspace beneath the back half of the kitchen.
When we removed the tarp to reveal the door, it looked like something out of a horror movie… dried red paint dripping down the door; and in the dimly lit, creepy little room it looked like blood.
So after the initial case of the willies subsided, we opened the door and peeked inside. There, near the door, our flashlight lit up a blanket, a pillow, and a little pile of bones. Well crap! I do believe that was the moment when that room officially became The Scary Room.
On further investigation, the bones did appear to be chicken and pork bones, and given the previous residents, I suspect that the perpetually inebriated nephew who lived in the basement probably took up temporary refuge in the crawlspace several years before, during particularly heavy storms when the basement picked up a few inches of water for a couple of days.
But whatever the reasons, that is now and forever The Scary Room.