Mostly Armless (646 hits)
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Submitted by indigogecko (View user info) at 2004-05-26 05:41:02 EDT
For years the back room in the basement had served as a utility room, but it was becoming obvious that we needed another bedroom for when the younger members of the family had friends to stay. We'd more or less stopped using the playroom, so that was to become the new utility room.
The basement didn't have the most level of floors, so work commenced digging it up. My sister and I were packed off to respective friends' houses, and we were fully expecting not to return until the bulk of the dusty work was complete a couple of days later.
It was something of a surprise then when I was out for a walk with my friend and we decided to swing past the house and see how they were getting on.
There was police line all around the house, a cop car blocking off one end of the street and severl men in white milling around the place. I managed to find my mother and asked what was going on. She seemed somewhat shaken, and who wouldn't with police around their house? But it was with good reason..
They'd found bones under the floor in the basement.
Human bones.
No, my parents are not Jonny-esque murderers, no, my sister isn't a secret killer, but the police didn't know that, so we had to wait for the carbon dating to come back and let us know it couldn't possibly have been our fault.
Thankfully, we were cleared in short order, and soon after a book came to light which explained everything. The police could have been saved a fair bit of hassle if they'd seen the book before calling in the forensics.
Paradise Walk has a rich and varied history, so much so that there is a book available locally which details it's background. It was named during a time when it was the local Red Light District, but that doesn't explain the bones. OK, in some wierd and twisted way it might, but that's not why the bones were there.
Before there were houses and a pleasant little street here, it was land which still belonged to the Royal Hospital down the road, where the Chelsea Pensioners (local war veterans) were treated for years. Our house was built directly over a plot on a graveyard for amputated limbs.
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Submitted by Magicaddict (user info) at 2004-05-29 12:36:04 EDT (#)
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Submitted by indigogecko (user info) at 2004-05-26 17:35:18 EDT (#)
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how do I feel about living there? Well for the first few weeks nobody wanted to sleep in that new bedroom, but it's all ok now. Never had any hauntings from disembodied legs.
Submitted by youarsoghey (user info) at 2004-05-26 13:44:50 EDT (#)
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HHGTTG
Submitted by FearBenzene (user info) at 2004-05-26 10:41:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2004-05-26 09:39:16 EDT (#)
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Sounds like it could be the plot of Poltergeist VII.
Submitted by Envenom (user info) at 2004-05-26 09:35:43 EDT (#)
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Sweet. So how do you feel about living there now?
Submitted by Dervel (user info) at 2004-05-26 09:30:02 EDT (#)
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How odd must that have been to dig them up. Did the police run a check for missing people with 4 legs and stuff?
Good job it's not built on an indian burial ground though, otherwise grizzly old vicars would pop out of your telly and your house would disappear when you popped down the shops.
Submitted by Lucky (user info) at 2004-05-26 09:20:39 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Bellebrown (user info) at 2004-05-26 08:01:46 EDT (#)
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absolute class.
disturbing, but absolute class none the less.
Submitted by melkorthedelerious (user info) at 2004-05-26 06:09:36 EDT (#)
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How odd.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-05-26 05:46:40 EDT (#)
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They have graveyards for amputated limbs?!
I'd like to go to the funeral for an amputated hand.
"He was my only friend. *tear* Most of the time, he'd hold my soda for me. He even gave me sexual pleasure at times. He'd turn the channel on the tv and even helped me beat GTA: Vice City. I'll miss him. Let's give him a hand (badumpbump)."