As I’ve been updating my house, I’ve been updating this blog with all the weird (or potentially weird) things we’ve found, thinking these bits will eventually find themselves in a book.
First, there was The Dark Underbelly of Home Ownership, a post about my creepy basement, an all too trite scene for a murder mystery. Next, when the floor of the enclosed porch was taken up in preparation for putting in a new foundation, we found an old cistern that seemed to be perfect counterpart to the basement. Then, there was Something Nasty in the Wooden Shed, which turned out to be not that nasty, but it could have been.
About that same time, I found a bit of fabric in the dirt, but it wouldn’t give when I tried to pick it up. So I got out my shovel and dug. And dug. And dug. Finally, I got the thing out of the ground. It turned out to be a red-stained shirt. Although the stain wasn’t blood, and perhaps it wasn’t even a stain but part of the design of the shirt, it still seemed mysterious to me that someone would bury the shirt.
The oddities stopped for a while, though when the contractor was trying to figure out why the garage floor had a huge crack in it, he thumped on the floor and it sounded hollow. I had to laugh at myself and my reflexive “maybe someone is buried under there,” Because of course, it was just my brain delighting in the macabre.
Well today, finally, they came with a jackhammer to break up that old concrete floor.
Under the floor, they found another concrete floor.
And under that . . . bones. Just two of them, but still — bones!
This mystery seems to be writing itself, which is actually is a good thing since I am not writing anything at all.
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Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator.
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October 15, 2019 at 5:42 pm
I grew up in an old 1920s barnhouse, and I remember when we remodeled we found all sorts of treasures underneath the floor! A bone from a horse was one of them. A fascinating chronicle–keep at it!
October 15, 2019 at 5:53 pm
This is a 1920s house. So different from the unmysterious modern ones!
October 15, 2019 at 6:02 pm
Aren’t they stunning??! I just love the adventure wrapped up in those old bones. Enjoy it ❤
October 15, 2019 at 9:21 pm
Maybe a dog buried its bones there before the concrete was laid.
October 15, 2019 at 9:27 pm
Probably.
October 16, 2019 at 6:58 am
The smaller bone looks like it could have come from a steak. Maybe a dog or some other creature buried bones down there YEARS ago before all that was built.
October 16, 2019 at 8:10 am
I thought the small one was a steak, too. The other looks like a bit of a vertebrae.
October 18, 2019 at 6:24 pm
I smell a Gothic mystery being written.
October 18, 2019 at 7:24 pm
I hadn’t thought of a gothic mystery, but it does fit the pattern.
October 18, 2019 at 8:37 pm
I’m about to start writing a Gothic horror story, so my brain jumps there most days
October 26, 2019 at 3:54 pm
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