When Carl moved in to this house in 2004, there was still a lot of stuff left in the house from the
It is now 2013, and the time has finally come. We have finally, FINALLY decided to clean the attic out.
We are talking classic old attic treasure trove of horrors here. This is the kind of attic where you open large trunks and suitcases gingerly, because there could be a petrified red-headed stepchild in there. YOU JUST DONT KNOW.
Here is one side, mostly cleared out of the boxes of stuff. Just imagine it stuffed to the gills with moldering cardboard and randomness. Yes, that is a barrel in the background. I am pretty sure that it never held booze.
The creepiest stuff is the kids stuff.
This is what that girl is wearing: