And my first thought was closet. Just an ordinary, tiny, New England closet.
But no!
There are STAIRS in that closet!
Now where do those stairs go, you may ask?
Up to the black void attic of course.
But you know, it doesn’t seem to end there.
Because for reasons no one seems to know, this door deadbolts from inside. There’s nothing but a black void up there. Why must it lock on that side of it???
Of course, it was then that I spotted something else.
Why yes, those ARE scratch marks on the inside of the door. Which, one might think dog because they’re so low on the door (only a third of the way up).
But you know, this wouldn’t be fun if that was all there was.
That deadbolt has scratches all around it too.
Funzies!
Because guess what.
That deadbolt is five feet off the ground. And there is no dog in this house tall enough to reach it.
Pretty sure I just entered a horror film.
Okay but WHO is sleeping in this terrifying slice of horror?! ME. MEEEEE!!!
This is worse than the Irish murder forest! I didn’t have to sleep in the Irish murder forest!!
I don’t need sleep.
No sleep is happening here.
Nah uh. Nope.
True friendship is laughing at your friend’s impending doom and suggesting they get a rosary maybe
Okay but I do have a catholic priest on speed dial from the time he had to bless the shoot in Ireland so…
Do exorcisms work via Skype?!
My bet is on some sort of haunt, dogman or Shadow Creature so 50/50 they even care about a priest
How far are you from the Bridgeport Triangle anyway
I’ll have you know we’re at least 40 mins away from the Triangle but also the owners forgot they had an attic and apparently found letters hidden in the ceiling when they moved in….
Not to be dramatic or anything but I woke up to the sound of claws on hardwood floor. ‘Okay,’ my brain says ‘it’s just the dogs, no big deal. Nothing to worry about.’
Create a mess 