Somebody died in my bedroom. No really. They did. This isn’t a fake headline to get you to read. Somebody really did die in there. I know it’s a lady. But that’s about all I know. I don’t even know when or what from. I’ve never taken time to ask the neighbors details, or look up obits online. It’s just kinda the history of the house.
Today we were driving to the doctor’s office and I got thinking about it. I asked my husband, “When you bought the house, did the realtor tell you somebody died in my bedroom?”