I think I’m having some kind of allergic reaction. I can’t pinpoint the source, but some weird shit’s going on. It feels like I have a swarm of bugs under my skin, especially on my arms, and I’m getting kinda rashy. Not a fan.
As far as I know, I don’t have any major allergies. Except for so-called hay fever, every year at this time… And, right on schedule, I’ve been sneezing and hacking and yelling. But I can’t remember ever having this crawling bugs thing before.
It’s been nice knowing you guys.
You know what’s a great album that gets overlooked, and is under-appreciated? This one. It’s overshadowed by the band’s earlier, more raucous affairs. And it came after their only not-so-great record.
But it’s freaking fantastic. Every song is good, and I’ve been listening to it a lot lately.
Just thought you should know.
Everybody was raving about Saturday’s weather here, but it was a little too hot for my liking. And on Sunday it turned humid, to close out the category. As humid as the dark side of a scrotum.
And on Saturday we went for a Chinee lunch, walked around the state park for an hour or so, went to Manning’s Farm for ice cream (so fresh you can smell the shit of the cows that produced it!), worked in the yard (blecch), took Andy for a long walk, had some Bell’s Pale Ale (mildly disappointing), and became one with a couch.
It was a good, stress-free day. Just way too hot. I’ve said it before, many times, but this is how I rank the seasons:
1. Fall
2. Spring
3. Winter
4. Summer
Saturday and Sunday were strictly number 4. And Q-Tip should come out with a crack swab. They really should. Shit.
I need to be a little vague here, but there’s a house in our neighborhood where some bad stuff has happened recently. Two shocking deaths, in fact, neither because of natural causes. And that’s all I want to say about that.
While we were out with Black Lips Houlihan on Saturday, Toney asked if I’d ever live in a murder house. The one in our neighborhood isn’t a murder house, just to be clear, but it did inspire the question.
My answer: it would depend on the circumstances. If it was just two drunken hillbillies who got into a homicidal argument about tin foil or auto parts or something, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. But if there was creepiness involved, I probably would. Like torture or sadness or a freaky-deaky backstory.
Also: suicides. I’d most likely have a problem with that, and worry that the house itself drove the person to commit the act.
What about you? Would you buy and live in a murder house, if you got a good deal on it? Or does it depend, like me? What do you think? Use the comments link, to share your thoughts on this subject.
Also, if you want to tell us about your weekend, and/or rank the season, that’ll be cool too.
And I’m forced to cut this one a little short, my friends. I’ll be back tomorrow though, unless, of course, the bugs rally.
Have a great day!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First?
I looked at a house several days ago and the realtor told me the owner had passed away and I gave her a look and she quikly told me the owner had not died in the house. Then she added, or on the property for that matter…
My precious
This weekend was the full on assault of the yearly rodent and insect influx. Dozens of ant traps, (hidden from the ever-taste-curious dog) and a few dozen mouse bait blocks in the basement to keep the furry critters away. Oh the joys of having a house over a hundred years old!
The guy next door shot himself, Mom went a little nuts, then her 9 y/o kid had a stroke. Next owners had health issues, one kid turned out to be gay, the other was going nowhere, then they lost the place. Next owners were wannabe slum lords, put a crazy chick in there for a while, then a woman who had MS fleeing an abusive husband and her pre-teen kid.
It’s been empty for the last 2 years. It was at auction recently and they didn’t get a 5K opening bid. the place is full of mold and slowly decomposing.
That place needs to be torn down and the lot cleansed by as many holy men of as many faiths as possible.
No way I’d live there.
I don’t think I’d live in a place owned by, say John Gacey. A crime of passion house though, maybe.
As long as there are no suspicious stains anywhere. But then again, I feel the same way about living in houses of cat owners, hippies or frenchmen.
I lived in a house with an old-timey rope and pulley elevator and the story was that a previous owner backed his wheelchair into the shaft, but the elevator was above him and he plummeted to his death. After our family moved out, the next couple who bought it were convicted of planning some sort of poisoning/ torture plan. They killed a few dogs in tests and converted a couple of rooms into a secret, soundproof room. They were both in MENSA, which shows you how smart those folks were. They got caught by the small town yokel cops. Heh!
too bad about the dogs though.
I live in a murder house right now. They say that carbon monoxide is a silent killer in your home. Not in my home it wasn’t. In my home the silent killer was ME! What is it they always say? “The difference between a Porsche and a stack of dead bodies is that I don’t have a Porsche in my garage.”
Seriously, here in Alabamie they started making Real Estate folks tell customers whether or not someone had died in the house. There’s some homes downtown that are about 200 years old, so on those I always tell the buyer “yes”. Hell, that’s how they used to do it. The old man would die in the bed and they’d have the wake, or whatever, in the parlor.
Fall
Winter (they aren’t very harsh here)
Spring
Summer
The 4th Meal
As long as the place had been cleaned by those Crime Scene Cleanup Specialists, I have no compunctions about living in a murder house. Especially if it’s cheap. I just don’t want any brain stains on the walls or my bathroom floor.
I ran around with a “paranormal research group” several years ago, and we “investigated” a house where the occupant had been shot to death through the front door and a house where an old man died in his sleep. I didn’t find either particularly creepy except for the fact that it was nighttime and I was running around with several people who believed that dust particles were ghosts. The bloodstains on the hardwood were interesting to look at though.
My favorites:
1) Friday
2) Saturday
3) Sunday
4) Thursday
5) Tuesday
6) Wednesday
7) Monday
Maybe I didn’t fully understand the question
My boyfriend & I are convinced that the house I just bought had a murder or two (or three) happen there. It started as a mild joke when we saw what appeared to be blood spattered on the ceiling in one room. Not a huge spot, but definitely enough to make you say “what’s that?”. As we are fixing the house up and entered the painting stage we started noticing splatters of again, blood, EVERYWHERE. At the ceiling line in the hallway, same in dining room, a small portion on a wall under a window & a much larger pool of red stuff in one closet. In the room with the closet there is also a large, sticky red area on the dirty ass blinds that WILL be replaced this weekend, dammit! Nasty, nasty, nasty!
The house was broken into when we first got it & when the cops came to do their usual nothing, we asked them what they thought. Turns out our cop was a trainer for forensics so he brought in Luminol & sprayed some on a splatter & yup, it glowed. He then told us how the prior owners rented the place out & it was a huge drug den. People came & went all the time & the cops knew the place well. He said the renters were not “legal” (we live in So. Cal) so he wouldn’t be surprised to find out they beat/maimed/killed some drug runner, put the body in the closet & dumped it somewhere in either Mexico or the desert nearby. Since it was never reported to the police it wouldn’t have been reported to me, the next owner.
Interesting though that the cop pointed out that the last time he had been in the house there was carpet. When we got it, the carpet had been pulled up & the wood floors exposed.
Things that make you go ‘Hmmmm”. But I love the house & have no qualms about giving it some much needed TLC. 😉
I noticed you’ve been on a Bell’s kick recently. Try the Two Hearted Ale”, I think you’ll find that much more to your liking. It has a picture of a salmon on the bottle but no fishy aftertaste.
I don’t think I could move into a house where a murder or suicide took place, I don’t even think I would want to be the first owner after some old fart died in his recliner. I’d much prefer to let someone else air out any funk.
I’m fairly certain the previous owner of our house died there, from natural causes – I’m guessing on that, too. Her heirs informed us that she had been confined to the first floor the last years of her life and we found an empty oxygen tank. Her heirs also stripped the upper floors of some of the cool fixtures – glass towell bars, sunflower shower head, etc.
We’ve had no creepy feelings but there’s been some weirdness. and the bats. knock on wood, it’s been a few years, but omg the bats.
No thank you to death houses. Or hoarder houses or cat houses. I don’t think its the death that would bother me, but the smells, I have a really keen sense of smell and some things are too much.
I prefer Spring, Fall, Summer, Winter… I hate to be cold. I luck out cause here in OK, we only have three seasons, 1. Windy 2. Hot & windy 3.Tornado
The movie Sunshine Cleaning kinda put me off living where people croak.
Butt crack qtips? Naw, Just use a tampon, inject into coin slot of hip hugger jeans. use the string to extract and toss. You could use it during a walk or while mowing. It might be the next fad, White suburban kids running around with their pants sagging and a string dangling outta the back of their crack. like a sweatband for their butt crack.
My sister lived next door to a family where the 16 year old son shot the top of his head off. It was pretty awful because my brother in law discovered the lad after the mom got a “funny” feeling and asked him to come over.
I don’t think I could live in a murder house.
Fall, winter, spring summer.
I am so deathly afraid of bees, I’m thinking of trying a hypnotist.
Where I live the seasons go: cold, wet, wet, wet. The second wet is my favourite as the rain is a little warmer.
As for buying a murder house, absolutely not a chance. Grade A chickenshit and proud of it!
a murder house? omg hell no!
I might live in a murder house if: I got an exceptional deal AND it there were no lingering reminders of the crime. You know, like blood splatters or bodies they forgot to haul off.
My weekend started on Friday night, played a really good show w/the band. Got hammered, wired, cranked the amps and had a general blast. Saturday was spent out of the city on a friend’s farm, riding dirtbikes and drinking beer.
Summer (despite the heat)
Spring
Fall, which would outdo spring if it didnt mean that…
Winter was just around the corner.
I don’t know if I’ve ever lived in a murder house/apt. When I lived in NYC, the building I was in over in Hell’s Kitchen was really old (pre-Civil War) and I got creeped out a few times there. At the very least, someone had to have died there, if not been murdered. I don’t know if I would live in a murder house on purpose, unless like you said, Jeff, that it wasn’t anything too creepy.
It’s a beautiful day in PGH…off to happy hour in 25 minutes..
Jeff-
I’m gonna live in a murder house if those damn kids don’t stay off my lawn!!
The house across the street from us was the scene of a grisly murder. we’ve been here 25 years, and this happened sometime before we moved in.
The murderer was a kid who did odd jobs for the resident of the house, an older woman. He came to her asking for money, and when she refused, he took a baseball bat to her.
He’s still in jail as far as I know. A newspaper reporter called once when he was up for parole, asking my opinion.
My favorite seasons when I lived in SoCal were-
1. Quake
2. Riot
3.Fire
4. Mudslide
Now in TX, they are-
1. Summer
2.Summer
3.Summer
4. Spring
I am sure someone died in our house..not is a gruesome way, but the lady before us died of cancer. We have a few apple trees in our yard and the neighbors said they spent half their damn time spraying the apples with pesticides. Wonder what caused the cancer, yo??
I get good feelings in every room. You know how some places arent’ cozy or happy?? Our bedrooms have a sanctuary feeling. 🙂
I am so out of the loop…my season are
1. winter
2. fall winter
3 spring winter(this one is more wet)
4. hot. yuck.
I like the cold?? am I odd?? maybe.
i live in a murder house. it’s three apartments where there was a murder in my apartment, a string of druggies in the 2nd floor apartment and a flop-house in the basement (cubicles locked with padlocks).
All of those things happened decades ago, before the building got into my famly’s posession.
My sister (who’s supposedly sensative to paranormal events *eyeroll*) says it’s haunted.
So does this girl who used to live there that i had a crush on when i was 12…
and then there’s the bleeding walls…
I would have issues in a house with a suicide or some other freaky deaky mess going on. Don’t make me scared to be in the dark tonight. LOL
I have no superstitions whatsoever, so a murder or suicide house is not issue to me. I consider it a bonus that others are bothered by such things thus lowering the sale price of such homes. I’ve actually considered starting a business cleaning up after such grizzly events since it pays well and few people are willing to do it.
I do believe notorious homes such as John Wayne Gacey’s or Paul Bernardo’s houses should be torn down just to give the neighbourhood and the families of the victims some peace. It’s a sad commentary on our society that some people glorify serial killers and will visit their old homes to pay homage.
This weekend I took my son to a Taekwondo tournament on Saturday where he placed first in sparring for his division. On Sunday I took the carpet out of his room and began painting. Tonight I’ll begin installing the new floor and, with any luck, I’ll install the trim tomorrow night.
Does the yard count. Our neighbors had a guy die in their front yard from a wild west style shootout in the street. I did not witness the actual shoot out but did go out to see the guy dying in the yard. Things have calmed down since then. No complaints.
copy and pasted from Rat Bastard’s post because they’re my sentiments exactly:
“Summer (despite the heat)
Spring
Fall, which would outdo spring if it didnt mean that…
Winter was just around the corner.”
congrats to your son, Tyrosine!
I bought my house from the “estate” of a formerly alive person. When first touring the house, some of her furniture was still here, and some photographs of her in repose on the sofa were left out. She was clearly in the latter stages of a devastating illness in these pictures. I was FREAKED OUT that she might have died in the house. My dad would call me at night and whisper “GET OUT” then giggle like a 9 year old girl. It was a year or so later when a neighbor told me that the former owner had been in remission from her illness, and suddenly keeled over at the local Bob Evans restaurant — NOT in the house. Now it’s only biscuits and gravy that continue to elude me…but at least I sleep soundly at night.
Pittsburgh’s seasons:
Winter
Potholes
Summer
PenDot
Fall is my favorite if we are lucky enough to actually see the folliage before wind and rain knock it off prematurally. Actually September through December is my favorite time….at which time all four season’s can take place. If you have your heat and A/C on in the same day…you must live in Pittsburgh.
No murder house for me, thankyouverymuch. At least modern day. But I may reconsider if it is an old house that had history with the old west or the “gangsters” of the 20’s/30’s. Crazy.
My grandfather passed away in our 2nd last house, never experienced any odd things afterward. His favorite clock never stopped working. Life just carried on.
Is Toni or any of the secrets experiencing the bugs under the skin? Scabies.
Alex.
Like Tyrosine, I would welcome the discount of a murder house. Not fond of the idea of finding bits of the victim(s) around, or any funky smells.
No, I mean HELL no. I cringe going by a graveyard.
1. Spring
2. Fall
3. Summer
4. Winter
I hated living in Indiana, OK! To fuckin cold.
I’ve slept in a suicide room. One of my friends in high school blew his brain hat off and splattered himself all over his bedroom. We all, the guys, stayed at his house and helped clean up noggin sauce of the walls and floor for his mom. None of us wanted to leave her alone because we all really like her and she was by herself, pretty shitty situation for her. So about a dozen teenage dudes were sleeping in this two bedroom house. The mom slept in her room, but nobody wanted to sleep in our now brain blended friends room. We all slept in the living room and it wasn’t too bad at first, but around the middle of the night I woke up wedged under the couch with another guys testicle region way to damn close to my grill, so I got up and went to the room the dirty deed had been done in. I slept fine.
Everyone was acting weird about the next morning, but the mom didn’t seem to think it was a big deal and even thanked me. The other guys started getting pissy about how it was disrespectful, but it came out that they were either to creeped out or thought it would piss the mom off if we slept in his room. So essentially they were mad that I thought of it first and didn’t get in trouble for it.
I used to sleep over at my brother’s house and it was said that a man killed himself in the den, where I slept, with a hatchet to his head. Pretty grisly image to think about when lying there, but nothing ever happened.
Seasons:
In Arizona there aren’t too many seasons.
1. Blue sky season (Most of the year)
2. Rainy season (about 2 months of random torrential downpours with nice lightning shows)
3. Hot season (June July August)
Jeff, the sensation of bugs crawling under your skin could be Morgellons Disease, Google it. It is advanced Lyme disease.
spring, fall, summer, winter.
Death house, absolutely no problem, I worked for a funeral home for 7 years, saw it all.
Nothing creeps me out, except heights.
Wow carla, a buttcrack tampon. I’ve never heard of such an amazing idea in my life. I live in Arkansas and let me tell you the summers are definetly buttcrack tampon days. The humidity is almost unbarable. Oh I remeber growing up in Arkansas without any airconditioner trying to drop some kids off at the pool. Back then they had a waterslide!! Lmfao.
Sensation of crawling under the skin and a rash? Sounds like scabies to me.
Ha, I was just talking about “murder houses” with the family the other day! There’s a (small) possibility that I’d live in a murder house, but a suicide house? Never. Like Jeff, I’d be worried that the house itself was evil and would drive me cuckoo. (more so)
My house is old but no one was murdered in it. A few people died here, including a little boy, but people die sometimes, ya know?
Now living next door to a murder house might be a legitimate possibility.
Our new neighbors are somewhat different.
When they first moved in, we saw them all the time and heard them (if you get my meaning).
Now, the dude mows his lawn in the dark and we haven’t seen his wife in months. Mr.Man cornered him last week and asked about his wife, but he didn’t answer. He just pulled his “Jesus love me” cap down over his eyes and started weed-eating the yard.
So far there are no weird smells but they did have a floor freezer delivered recently.
She’s kind of a big girl so if he’s a Jeffry Dahmer type, he won’t have to hit up the grocery store for the next six months.
I wouldn’t mind living in a murder house, but I would paint, re-carpet, and scrub, scrub, scrub (bleach!) before moving in just to be sure there wasn’t any biohazardous material left over. OK, maybe I’d go ahead and gut the house and remodel. I fear germs more than bad juju. My sister insists that there is a ghost attached to me and is a bit creeped out when she’s alone in my house. Though I don’t notice anything out of the ordinary, my dog will stop and stare off into space every now and then, as if she sees something I don’t. I must be oblivious to the supernatural and therefore love walking through cemeteries, reading headstones and trying to figure out who the people were. Death portraits are curiously interesting to me.
murder /suicide house? NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!… oh, and hell NO! Looked at one for sale once with an ex years ago – the guy who owned it was a reclusive schizophrenic who attempted to off himself unsuccessfully a few times before finallycutting his own throat in the place.. even remembering being in there gives me the shivers… creepy bad feeling in that place no amount of Holy Water could get rid of….. felt like I was being watched in there man……. eeeee
absolutely no superstitions whatsoever!! when you’re dead, you’re dead and when you’re gone, you’re gone. cheaper housing for the rest of us. my husband and i bought a house in which a woman offed her husband with a shotgun. we met her later on after she got out of the slam. pretty nice lady—kinda motherly.
Jesus Christ, guys. Don’t give Jeff illnesses that might match his “symptoms”. You’ll make him a paranoid wreck. Then there’ll be no updates. Tell you what, Jeff, whenever someone mentions lice my head starts to itch. Then again, I’m pretty sure that I have brain cancer – so that was a bad example.
Who gives a shit about people being murdered in the house? Not me. People die or get murdered all over the place, but nobody seems to give a shit about that. I’m pretty sure wherever you go someone has died there before. That’s what people do, die. Some sooner than others -those with brain cancer and bugs under their skin are already dead, but nobody has the heart to tell them – so fuck it.
Jeff – you do not have scabies or any other disease. Jeez, people!
I’ve found that as I’ve grown older my hay fever symptoms have changed over from sneezing/itchy eyes to itchy skin. It’s just allergies. Take a benadryl and all will be right with the world.
WB in OH – can you get Bell’s Two Hearted in PA? I am driving out there in a few weeks and my buddy specifically asked me to bring some to him, so maybe they don’t.
Man, if you don’t like their pale ale, try Bell’s Two Hearted Ale. That’s one good sumbich of a beer. We get it regular here in Western PA.
Winter
Summer
Spring
AUTUMN.
I would not under any circumstances live in a murder house. It would significantly increase the chances of the place being haunted, and that quite simply is unnaceptable.
My grandfather passed away in my old bedroom in my parents house. When I came down for the funeral a couple days later my mom had already redecorated it. Gee thanks mom for letting someone die in MY old bedroom.
But he wasn’t the first one to die there. I killed many of kittens in that room.
Fall
Spring
Summer
Winter
I live in Okinawa so we have summer and not quite summer. But in less than 100 days I’ll be living in good ol’ England.
Ian: push the button on the bottom
Don’t know that I have ever lived in a murder house but I used to work in a defunct morgue. Still had the drains in the floors and everything. Still kinda smelled too, but I never felt creeped out or anything.
Fall
Spring
Winter
Summer