Haunted Houses

During a break from cleaning up our yard this morning, hubby and talked about homes. He'd said he wanted a Victorian house. Which, I so don't want. I'm phobic about them. Had some bad experiences with haunted houses when I was younger. My haunted house dreams tend to take place in those types of houmes. *shrugs* It's a thing. Anyway, he'd had a house in mind and said, "Well there's just a few stories associate with the home." I gave him the look, and he backed off. Or so I thought...

He starts telling me about this house a friend of his owns. Got it really cheapt, has been fixing it up, and wants to sell it. Hubby wants it because he'd said it was a cool house. I'm thinking fine, it's not Victorian, I don't care. Then he says, "Well, there was the murder there. But other than that..." I screech back at him, "There was what?!"

Yup, the house has a history. Back in 1981, it was a huge story. A drug deal owned the home. Ran a pretty succesful "business" out of it apparently. He worked with like three other people, and if I got the story right one or two lived with him. Anyway, he had specially built places in the home to help hide the drugs when the shipments would come in. He told his associates he'd be out of town for a few days. His associates get the bright idea to doublecross him by finding the drugs and sell them. So they go on a search for the drugs. Never did find them, but managed to find some money and took off. Turns out Mr. Drug Dealer wasn't out of town, he'd been there the whole time to test them. He wanted to see if he could trust them. Long story short, he tracked them down and killed them. One of them ended up bleeding to death, and then shoved into a small box in pieces. All of this of course happened on the property.

I'm terrified by this point, sniffling and pouting practically on the verge of tears, thinking how much worse could this get that hubby now wants to move into this horrible place. I thought for a moment then brightly suggested, "Tell you what. Just set me up in a nice place in Palm Springs and you can live where you want." That made him pause of course. In the end he decided he's settle on tracking down the home blueprints and building a home like it.

Haunted Houses

During a break from cleaning up our yard this morning, hubby and talked about homes. He'd said he wanted a Victorian house. Which, I so don't want. I'm phobic about them. Had some bad experiences with haunted houses when I was younger. My haunted house dreams tend to take place in those types of houmes. *shrugs* It's a thing. Anyway, he'd had a house in mind and said, "Well there's just a few stories associate with the home." I gave him the look, and he backed off. Or so I thought...

He starts telling me about this house a friend of his owns. Got it really cheapt, has been fixing it up, and wants to sell it. Hubby wants it because he'd said it was a cool house. I'm thinking fine, it's not Victorian, I don't care. Then he says, "Well, there was the murder there. But other than that..." I screech back at him, "There was what?!"

Yup, the house has a history. Back in 1981, it was a huge story. A drug deal owned the home. Ran a pretty succesful "business" out of it apparently. He worked with like three other people, and if I got the story right one or two lived with him. Anyway, he had specially built places in the home to help hide the drugs when the shipments would come in. He told his associates he'd be out of town for a few days. His associates get the bright idea to doublecross him by finding the drugs and sell them. So they go on a search for the drugs. Never did find them, but managed to find some money and took off. Turns out Mr. Drug Dealer wasn't out of town, he'd been there the whole time to test them. He wanted to see if he could trust them. Long story short, he tracked them down and killed them. One of them ended up bleeding to death, and then shoved into a small box in pieces. All of this of course happened on the property.

I'm terrified by this point, sniffling and pouting practically on the verge of tears, thinking how much worse could this get that hubby now wants to move into this horrible place. I thought for a moment then brightly suggested, "Tell you what. Just set me up in a nice place in Palm Springs and you can live where you want." That made him pause of course. In the end he decided he's settle on tracking down the home blueprints and building a home like it.