I sometimes refer to our current home as “the nightmare house.” Since moving in a year ago, the list of expensive (and downright gross) repairs we’ve had to undertake is the stuff of bad dreams. But that’s really all hyperbole. Singed electrical boxes and floors that reek of dog urine are not my actual nightmare. Know what is? Finding a body in the walls. And if you, like my husband, think that’s an absurd nightmare to fixate on, I bring you this story out of the Houston Chronicle.

In 2015, the bank foreclosed on a home that had fallen into disrepair and within days, its 61-year-old owner, Mary Cerruti was declared missing. Fast forward to March of this year, when a new couple moved into the 1930s home and began their renovations. That’s when they found Mary Cerruti’s eye glasses – and her bones – inside one of the home’s attic walls. Cue the screeching horror movie music! Ree ree ree!

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