Barbara... They're coming to get you, Barbara.

I have a creepy basement...
It's the sort of basement where zombies would take up residence during the Zombie Revolution. The boiler in there makes creepy gurgling noises. I've got a flickering bare lightbulb in the corner. Creepy. Whoever owned the house before me installed a working toilet down there.. right in the open. It's odd. I've never been in my own basement after 9pm.

So, I have a creepy basement, which is amusing. But this is the icing on my creepy basement cupcake....

My parents came up this weekend for a visit and also so my father could help me do some electrical work. When I say "help," I actually mean "do all the actual work while I hold a flashlight and wonder where we should go for lunch".. so anyway... We were in the basement looking at the fusebox when my father noticed a really old, blacked out window. I've seen it before and always assumed it led to nothing.

He went over and OPENED THE WINDOW. I don't know why it never occured to me to do this myself. The window opens to a whole room! A SECRET ROOM. How creepy. Dozens of dead bodies could fit in there. Uh, not that I would need to store a bunch of dead bodies, but I've been watching zombie movies all weekend, so the thought crossed my mind.

Dead bodies.
I suppose I could have said that "dozens of puppies could run around in there", but "dozens of dead bodies" really lets you visualize how much space I'm taking about here. eh?

About that Zombie Revolution... It could happen. I've heard things. ANNNND, when it does.. I'm renting out my creepy basement. Zombies are people too. Or at least, they used to be.

Viva La Revolution!