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I helped a buddy refurbish his new home and found horrific horror.
Since I can't sleep, I guess I should tell you what happened, just in case you like hearing about bad things that happen.
A friend of mine closed on a big house on the edge of town a few months ago. It cost a lot of money and was custom-built in the 1980s. When we were both kids from poor homes, we used to TPed it for Halloween one year. My friend bought it as a second home now that he is rich. Because I'm a carpenter, he called me to check things out before he shot.
As I walked around, both inside and out, I told him that everything looked fine. There was no mould or rot at all, and the insides were all well-oiled. Every little thing was known to the old man who had lived there and croaked.
Evan asked, "What about that one room?"
I knew what he was talking about without him having to say it again. On top of that, there was a kitchen, living room, study, laundry room, a bunch of closets, and four bedrooms and four bathrooms. The basement was also finished. The best materials are used on everything you'd expect to find in that kind of house. Then there was that one strange ass room.
It was on the second floor at the end of the hall. When you went inside, you saw that it was covered in white from floor to ceiling, making it look…
