Last night my husband and a friend were watching a video, and when it ended some TV show was on HGTV that followed people who were house hunting. The Big Guy and I commented that it seemed like a boring concept, but our friend remarked that you got to see some interesting things. Which reminded me of the most interesting thing we saw in all of our three hunts for a home.
We were house hunting in Long Beach, California. The home was currently being rented out, but the owner was tired of renting it, and wanted to sell it. From the street it was well kept and in a nice neighborhood. Sago Palms grew by the front door. Our agent rang the doorbell, and a thin man wearing a large ram pendant answered the door. He was a bit grumpy about letting us in (as renters in homes being sold often are) but was polite enough. There was gorgeous tile around the fireplace, hardwood floors, and interesting light fixtures. We walked through, admiring the home. The appliances in the kitchen were older, but in a quaint way, not in a 70's avocado green way. So far so good. We continued into the first bedroom.
On the floor was a large pentagram. In the center of the room was a coffin. Clearly, the room's inhabitant SLEPT in the coffin. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a tall dresser, which held many candles and more pentagrams. Leaning against the window were bumper stickers with cheerful messages like "Kill Christians." We peeked in the closet (we were house hunting after all...) and saw a closet full hooded robes in various colors.
The other bedrooms were unremarkable.
In the backyard we noticed outdoor lighting and speakers. As if perhaps it were a party place. The ground was plain dirt, but as we walked over it, we noticed it wasn't packed down as if from dancing party goers, but rather soft earth, as if perhaps it had been recently dug up. The Big Guy and I exchanged a glance as our agent said "The guy selling this house says he had this back yard beautifully landscaped before he rented it out."
Fortunately we didn't care for the layout of the home, so didn't have to wrestle with the question of could we buy a home we'd feel the need to have an exorcism performed in. But what if it had been perfect? Could we have gotten over it and bought the home? Could you?
Monday's Mission is to write a post in the form of an obituary.
The floor is still open for interview questions.