I'm not quite sure where to begin with this, there's just so much that has happened over the years. I decided to start this blog to help me keep track of everything that happens and to share my experiences with other people - and maybe find other people who had similar experiences.
As far back as when I was 14 I recall having paranormal experiences - it could be that they've happened even earlier, but I don't remember anything from when I was younger then that. I grew up in Queens, NY - over the years I've lived in Maspeth, Middle Village & Ridgewood, also lived in Brooklyn, NY for a little over 5 years, and currently I live in Farmingville, Long Island. For now I'm going to skip past my experiences in my former homes, and jump right to my current home.
Five years ago, after searching for several years, my husband and I bought our first house together in Farmingville, NY. At the time we were living in a cramped small 3 bedroom apartment in Brooklyn, NY. I saw this house listed for about 2 years in MSL searches, but always dismissed it because it was listed higher then our max budget. A day before we planned to go to an open house in a different neighborhood, I saw this house listed again, for a much, much reduced price and it just so happened they were having an open house the same day as the one we planned to go to, I wrote down the address and decided to keep it as a "just in case" option. Well when we got to the neighborhood of the place we planned to check out, we hated the neighborhood - it wasn't at all what it was described to be in the listing. So my husband said to me "got anything else while we are out here?" - I suggested this place, which was a much further drive, but what the heck.
When we got to the house, we saw this enormous property that was an absolute wreck from the outside. But that was something we more or less planned for, houses being so expensive in NY, we knew we'd only be able to buy one that was a fixer upper. This house, just like all the other homes were quite odd in the layout - I recall when we pulled up, I couldn't find the front door - how the heck do you get into this place? Finally we entered thru what I thought was a side door - but low and behold its the front door - just located on the side of the house. After wandering thru several long rooms, we found the Realtor in the kitchen, at the opposite end of the house. The information we were given was the house was built in 1970 (later on we'd find out thru the home appraisal that was completely incorrect, but I'll get to that), it was split up into 4 separate apartment units & used as an income property by an elderly woman who passed away & her daughter had to sell it as a single family home with 1 accessory apartment. As we took a look around this huge home with a very strange layout and a few odd things which I pretty much dismissed, my husband and I thought "this place is HUGE" and "there's so many closets" - like I said we lived in a cramped apartment - which didn't have a single closet - and with 3 kids & no place to store toys, that apartment often looked like a hoarders paradise.
After checking out the entire place (20 rooms, 4 bathrooms, tons of closets, a boiler room, old well room & so on), we put an offer in right away for full asking price. The seller accepted within 2 hours of us returning home. A week later we traveled back out to the house to do the inspection. The inspector was at the house for over 4 hours checking over everything in this enormous house - when we finally got home that afternoon, exhausted I took a long nap. I woke to a pitch black sky, and when I went into the living room, there were all sorts of tornado warnings flashing across the tv. It wasn't long after that it hit. The only other tornado I ever experiences was in 1985 when one ripped thru my Middle Village neighborhood, I was very young, but I remember very well what it looked like. Should we have taken this as a sign? Of course not, the tornado actually only went thru Brooklyn, there was a few macrobursts thru Western Queens but nothing in Long Island, our future house was safe.
The process for buying this house took forever, we had hoped to close by November 1st (it was the end of August when we went to the open house) but so many things had come up - loads of open building permit requests that were opened in 1951, 1966, 1972 and a few others that our attorney and us couldn't make out the dates for, these held everything up, then there was the pain in the neck of getting the house up to the proper safety standards to satisfy the lender. We ended up having to bring a contractor in ourselves, because the home owner refused to put any work into a house she wanted nothing more to do with, the day we brought the contractor in to check out the things the lender required to be done before approving our loan, one of my sister-in-laws who lived fairly close came to see the house. She and I were walking thru what would eventually become my dining room back into the kitchen, in the middle of us talking we heard my 3 year old daughter having a one sided conversation with someone. We look at her, and see her sitting on her knees in front of the stove. My sister-in-law asked her who she's talking to, my daughter replied "the man who lives in the stove" - we look at one another like "ok there" - and my sister-in-law asked "what is the man in the stove saying to you" my daughter answered in a loud whisper "he's telling me bad words". Right then and there that should have warned us something wasn't right about this house. But my daughter was only 3 at the time, and as I said, everywhere I lived since I was 14 there was always something.
This is the stove my daughter was talking to
When the lender was finally satisfied, we still had to wait for the appraisal. Another process which took far longer then it should, many of the old baseboard heaters had missing covers and want not, but we finally found these hidden in a basement closet and after another week passed (we were now in late December, more then a month past our original closing date), we got her report. The house was FAR older then what it was listed at. The house was estimated to be 75 years old, but since there were little records to be found about the house before the 1950s, it couldn't be pinpointed as to when the original portion of the house was built. I actually thought that was pretty cool - I always loved older houses. It turns out that the house was built in 3 or 4 separate parts, and was 2 separate buildings at one time - the main house and a separate garage. At some point the garage was converted into an apartment, and another time the two buildings were joined together in the center - whichever part of the house was added last, was done in 1970, which is probably where the realtor's got that the house was built in 1970. If you were to look in the "walk in" section of my attic, which is directly above the center addition, you can see shingles on the original exterior wall around the chimney.
We finally closed on January 6th, 2011. It was a torturous process in which many times my husband wanted to give up and look at different houses. But I was stubborn, I liked this odd house, plus I kept saying "we already sunk several thousand dollars into it, no way should we walk away now". We didn't move in until the end of January, one weekend when my husband had to work, on what was to be the coldest days in January, the kids and I stayed at the house, so I could do a little cleaning and unpack a few of the things we already brought over. I had brought in previous trips loads of linens and blankets, which that night when I went to go set up our air mattresses, mysteriously vanished. I truly didn't think much of it, i thought perhaps I just brought the wrong boxes instead of the linens and blankets. And that night it was COLD - it went down to 3 degrees, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out the 40 year old thermostats or the 70 year old boiler to put the heat on. Thank goodness the kids had brought their sleeping bags, and I did have all of Sarah's old baby blankets at the house. AND while cleaning the boys' future playroom closet, I discovered on a shelf a green crotched blanket in side a plastic shopping bag. I felt weird using a blanket that belonged to some stranger that I hadn't washed, but it was so cold that night, I had all three kids share my queen size air mattress, layered the sleeping bags, plus Sarah's baby blankets and on top I placed that green blanket I found. After getting little sleep that night due to being so cold and constantly checking my fidgety children to make sure they were completely covered, I took a trip to the boiler room determined to figure out how to get the heat on. I finally discovered that there was no water in this old dinosaur of a steam furnace, and after playing with various knobs found the one to refile the water - thankfully I had experience refilling boilers - I had lived in my grandfather's 2 family house for many years and he had asked me many times to refill his furnace - his though wasn't quite as old as my dinosaur so figuring it out took some time. Within 20 minutes the heat started working and a much warmer house - now if only I figured this out the previous night.
The day before we were set to move in, we had another blizzard - December of 2010 & January of 2011 were the snowiest months in my entire life. And in NYC when we got 10 inches, in Long Island, we got over 2 feet. After digging our car out in Brooklyn, we went out to the house, well, I said 2 feet in Long Island - that doesn't account for the drifts. Our driveway was buried under 4 feet of snow! After struggling to dig out for more then an hour, some people with a plow came by and my husband payed them to finish off the job - which took them less then 10 minutes. The next day moving from Brooklyn to Farmingville seemed to take forever. The moving company we hired sent 8 guys to move us, but we lived in a 4 story walk up, on a busy street in Brooklyn covered by mountains of snow that wasn't going anywhere. They arrived at 7am, we finally got on the road at 3pm, and at about 7:30pm we were finally all moved in.
January 27th, 2011 - after the driveway was plowed out.
A week or two after we were finally moved in, I started having dreams that I hadn't had since I moved out of my childhood home in Middle Village. The dreams always started with me sleeping in my bed, I would hear someone from downstairs calling, sometimes it was the voice of one of my children, sometimes it was my grandfather's voice (whom passed away 11 years earlier), sometimes it was the voice of what I always believed was a demon, the one whom haunted me when I lived in Middle Village. I would get out of bed, go to the top of the stairs and the voice kept calling me to come downstairs, telling me to hurry up, I'd hesitate, and I would feel sometime pulling me off the ground, and suddenly I'm floating or flying down the stairs at this point the voice calling me usually changed to the demons voice if it wasn't what was originally calling me. I'd grow fearful and try to grab the wall, grab the railing, anything I could to stop myself. Almost always I'd wake up before finding out what was calling me, many times this would wake me into a state of sleep paralysis - another thing I hadn't experienced in years.
I wasn't alone in this, my husband began to hear strange sounds, talking, bangs, and we even started seeing things move across our room at night in our pitch black room - and when you know your children are sound asleep in their beds and your cat is sound asleep on your bed - its very disturbing. We would also catch the cat starting at a closet in the living room, a few times I caught him in the room off my bedroom that we converted into a walk in closet, staring up towards the crawl space attic access. It became so that these strange sounds became quite common. I thought about calling in a priest to bless the house, but I wasn't particularly religious, and I thought that considering we really weren't church goers that it wouldn't work.
My husband is on a rotating shift at work. The week he works the "midnight" shift, he needs absolute silence in order to get proper sleep. The quietest part of the house was the 3rd floor of the accessory apartment. So the first 2 or 3 months after we moved in, he'd sleep in there during the day when he had to work overnight. That part of the house was always freezing cold, we just assumed this was due to lack of proper insulation, because even wiI th the heat full blast, it was still very cold. So didn't think much of it at first. One day my husband wakes up and comes down to the main part of the house 4 hours early, in a rather annoyed mood. He told me he heard banging and thought the kids were running back and forth thru the house. The boys weren't even home from school yet, and Sarah had been asleep on the living room sofa. That was the last time he slept on that side of the house.
These weeks my husband worked the overnight shift were especially frightening for me - not at first, at first it was just a regular nights sleep. But after a few months of living here, the night time "activity" picked up when he was at work overnight. There were some nights that there was so many bangs, so many times the closet door opened for no reason, so much singing, talking and old music, I got little if any sleep. The kids never seemed to notice anything, sometimes my cat or dog would wake up and freak out from these loud bangs but I was the only one who seemed to hear the talking and the music and the singing.
After the snowiest winter I ever experienced, Spring finally came. I began working in the garden to try to neaten it up. From things the neighbors had told me about all the tenants who lived in the various apartments in my house, I knew many of them were rather shady creatures. In the front gardens I found loads of trash - bottles, broken glass, car parts, etc. But nothing was quite as disturbing as what I found in the side yard, on the side located next to where the original garage/now accessory apartment was located. As I pulled loads of weeds and vines and cleaned up years worth of fallen leaves, I caught my rake on something strange. When I finally pulled it up, it was part of a garbage bag. I didn't think much of it at first, I thought it was perhaps one of my own garbage bags that I put out when we first moved in that got buried under all the snow. But when I went to pick up the bag and found how heavy it was, it started to fall apart. Inside this bag as loaded with children and baby clothes. And that wasn't the only one. All in all, I dug up 6 or 8 of these trash bags, as well as bags filled with toys that stems back from the 80s and 90s. Very disturbed by this but not finding any reason to look further into it other then former occupants being too lazy to properly dispose of these items, I just put them out for regular trash collection.
In February, we adopted a beautiful German Shepherd puppy we named Staci. It took several months of working with her, but we finally got her trained to do her business outside. One Saturday in May we had some friends over for a barbecue. It was a good 10 minutes after the tour that I realized we couldn't find Staci anywhere. We began to search the house, the last place I looked, the Walk-in Attic, there I found her, crying and scared, and because of her fright she had an accident in there. I don't know if I could really say this was a paranormal experience, it could have been that she was sneaking thru some of the tiny crawl spaces by the rafters and accidentally got locked in - but then again.....
In July my mother came for a week long visit. Because it was a very hot July, we set her up to sleep in the living room so she could have the comfort of the air conditioner. Two mornings into her visit, when I woke up she had asked me if the cat wanders the house at night. I said "no he sleeps upstairs and the door is closed so he cannot sneak around". This frightened her quite a bit - she explained to me that she heard something crashing and breaking in the dining room in the middle of the night, but when she went in there, everything was fine, so she just thought the cat has banged into something. That same week we had an issue with wasps & yellow jackets which nested in the cement stairs in my back yard and over a small hole above my kitchen window. My husband sealed the hole over the window after I had sprayed the area several times. This nest wasn't dead though - and they found a way to get into my house thru my daughter's bedroom. I found this out when I went upstairs to get some clothes for my daughter, and there were several wasps flying thru my room, which I killed, but when I got to my daughters room, I heard the buzzing, I get in there, her whole room is one giant hive. I never seen so many wasps in all my life. I managed to carefully close her door to prevent them from swarming the entire upstairs of the house. And within an hour I had an exterminator here. It was a week before my daughter could sleep in her own room again. But that wasn't the final incident that week, the next day I was upstairs again, and in my room I discovered tons of small flies swarming the windows. I managed to either let most out by opening the windows or kill them all off, but I step into the upstairs bathroom to discover that window had a load of small flies all by the window. First wasps and a day later flies, what the heck? And there was absolutely no reason for the flies to be swarming up there, I have strict rules about no food or drinks upstairs.
A few weeks later my Father in law & Mother in law stopped by for a visit, when they approached the front door they noticed a load of wasps swarming by the front door overhang. Apparently they renested there. I called the exterminator back, he sprayed the whole area. They were gone for a few weeks, but low and behold they continuously return to that same area. I've had the exterminator back to respray several times that same spot, but they just keep coming back.
Towards the end of the summer we had my in-laws sver for a barbecue. Everyone was outside. One of my sister-in-laws went to use the upstairs bathroom. She was the only person up there. She started hearing children talking in there. She went to each of the upstairs rooms to investigate, but found no one up there - my kids were the only kids at the party, and they were all outside in their small pool. My sister-in-law hadn't been upstairs in my house since.
This same sister-in-law got a very eerie feeling about the basement and the accessory apartment sections of my house. My husband often feels like something is watching him. At first I never felt this, but over time I became rather spooked out myself. I still go down to my basement or to "the other side of the house" aka the accessory apartment, but at night I made sure to turn every single light on, particularly when I go into the basement, the basement which used to never freak me out, I now feel like there is something down there lurking in the shadows.
Two of my nephews would sleep over from time to time, my eldest nephew was rather creeped out about my house. He never actually experienced anything here, but he said that there was just something about this house that made him feel uncomfortable. When he did sleep over, he would often bring his ipod and put his headphones on when he went to bed to block out any possible unexplainable sounds.
For our first Christmas my mother and stepfather paid us a 2 week visit. I set them up in that 3rd story bedroom of the accessory apartment. Every night my mother heard the sound of someone walking around in the 2nd floor which we used as a tv room for the kids, or on the first story which was a kitchen, bath & a makeshift tool room. My stepfather insisted she was crazy, he never heard a single sound. Then one night, my mother had just shut off the lamp next to her bed. Just after putting her head on the pillow she saw the figure of a man whom was almost transparent walking past her bed, she was frozen, she couldn't move at all, couldn't breath, she felt like something was holding her down (I told her when she described this, its sleep paralysis - something I become all too familiar with), she could only move her eyes, and as she followed the man slowly walk from one side of the room to the other, eventually vanishing into the large walk in closet (which is attached on the other side to the Walk In Attic), once he was out of sight, it seemed whatever was holding her down released its grip, she could move and breath again. My mother said that she tried to wake my stepfather but he slept thru the entire thing, and when she brought the subject up to him the next morning he thought she was nuts.
These disturbances continued on and off throughout our time at this house. Sometimes it would be something really mild that we'd be able to pass off as the at knocking something down or the house settling or some other rational explanation. Much of the time it was something that couldn't be rationally explained, and sometimes it wasn't so mild. Like the loud bangs coming from above my bedroom in the middle of the night - there was nothing above except a crawl space attic. I believe it was September of 2012 that my husband bought attic insulation and went to that crawl space to install it. Inside this crawl space he found parts of an old baby crib (which I honestly cannot figure out how got up there, the small cutout to this crawl space isn't wide enough to put the crib rails through, and there's no access from the walk-in section to the crawl space), old Christmas ornaments, an old metal folding chair and various other items. I tried to go up into the crawl space myself to see what else I could find up there, but I don't handle confined spaces very well, and though this crawl space is large enough for me to almost stand in, soon as I was sitting on the closest rafter to the opening with my feet still on the ladder I got this overwhelming feeling like i was in a coffin and had to get out. The closest I get to going up there now is just peeking my head in while fully standing on the ladder - and thats only when I absolutely have to check for something.
The summer of 2012 we bought the kids a new larger pool. One of those 43 inch deep Intex Ring Pools. Although I don't think its paranormal related, I thought it was worth mentioning - just in case. For the first part of the summer, we had the pool set up in the corner of the backyard. This spot wasn't ideal, because it was under several tall tree that not only caused the water to stay cold - even on days it was over 95 degrees outside, but also because the trees tended to drop leaves, seeds & other junk into the pool. But it was the levelest section of the yard. But by August I was tired of constantly having cold water & having to skimp for an hour daily just to get all the tree junk out. So one day while my husband was working, I emptied the pool, and had the boys help me drag the entire thing to the sunniest part of the yard that still seemed fairly level. Fill it up, had about two weeks worth of warm, clean water. One morning I wake up and when walking to the kitchen to make some coffee, I noticed thru the window the pool looked odd. I walk directly to the window and saw the entire pool was empty except for about a foot of water that was slightly deeper to one side. So my pool wasn't as level a I thought. Later that day I went out and after moving it around and attempting to level it perfectly this time I refill it. Lasted another two weeks. The following summer I managed to keep it perfectly level, however we went on vacation only to return to a pool full of frogs & tadpoles - this I cannot make sense of - since its a chlorinated pool, you would think frogs & tadpoles wouldn't be able to survive in chlorinated water. And the summer after that (2014) it just wouldn't stay level no matter what I tried.
At some point - I cannot remember exactly when, it was either 2012 or 2013 my husband downloaded a recorder onto his phone, and started leaving it on overnight while we slept to see if he could catch anything. Most of the time there would only be the sounds of my middle son grinding his teeth or my daughter talking in her sleep, and the sound of the fan we kept on during the night (this is something my husband had always done out of habit since he was a kid, I would keep it on when we lived in Brooklyn to help block out the sounds from the very loud neighborhood, but when we bought the house, at first, if he was working over night I didn't bother to put it on, but after several months of dealing with all this strange activity, I found that the sound of the fan gave me a little comfort - and I could blame sounds of the voice on "sound matrixing" from the fan - but that only worked sometimes, sometimes the voices were just too damned loud to blame a fan). One night though was different. He not only caught our daughter talking in her sleep, but in between that and the sound of the fan, there was another voice, it sounded like either a small child or a woman, sometimes it sounded like crying, sometimes almost like singing. But this was the first piece of true evidence we weren't alone in this house and weren't just a bunch of nuts.
Around the same time my husband also brought home an EVP detector to try to catch sometime. I'm no true believe in whole EVP thing - but we saw it on Ghost Hunters so it was worth a try. We had this thing for about two weeks, sometimes it would go nuts in certain areas, sometimes in the same areas nothing. So maybe there was something to it - or maybe we just really didn't know what we were doing.
I've downloaded several "ghost detecting" apps on my phone to try to find out what was going on in the house, but every single one of these apps are junk. Everyone of them detected ghosts & demons in the house, some of them gave them names, some of the apps told me to "run". There was one app I nearly believed since it often detected the "same" ghost in one particular one but never in the same exact spot of the room. But really they are all just games meant for fun - so if you're truly seeking out something in your home don't download a ghost detecting app.
Have I mentioned how shelving in my house never stays up - except in the living room. I put up three white shelves in my laundry room, before putting them up, I checked to make sure I was screwing the brackets into studs, everything seemed secure when I put up the shelves, but anywhere from a day to two weeks later these shelves would collapse and come crashing down. After several attempts at keeping these shelves up in the laundry room I gave up. At some point I decided to put these shelves up in the room we use as a tv room for the kids. The only thing I placed on these shelves was the kids dvds. Two out of three shelves stayed up. The one that was over the back of the tv collapsed two weeks after I put it up. I tried putting it back up one more time, but again, two weeks later it fell. In the small room next to my bedroom that we turned into a walk in closet, the closet shelving collapsed several times that first year. Even now its barely holding together. One of two small decorative shelves I put up by the kitchen window that held antique glassware that belonged to my grandmother and great grandmother as well as a photo plate my daughter made me in kindergarten as a mothers day present collapsed one day, breaking all the glass into a million pieces. This could be blamed on my cat though. A similar shelf that I used to have above my daughter's bed filled with her small stuffed animals fell one day for no apparent reason, thank god she wasn't in her room at the time. This shelf is back up and hadn't fallen again - but its also in a different section of her room so god forbid it does fall, it wouldn't hurt her. Her bedroom shelf falling could be due to my cat too, but I really don't know, since no one was in the room at the time. The laundry room shelving collapses & tv collapse wasn't from my cat - it was either crap walls/crap studs or who knows.
It was in the Spring of 2013 that I decided to make some updates to the first room you walk into on the main floor that we call the "mud room" (it isn't a true mudroom, honestly I don't know what the room was used for by previous occupants its too small for a living room, since its near the front door & there's no closet, it cannot be a bedroom either). This room was torture. First thing I done was tear out the paneling that was painted over a million times. The moulding & the outlets had also been painted over millions of times. Plus whomever put up the paneling had both nailed & glued it to the wall. What a disaster - but I expected that, the people who lived here over the years had made some awful renovation choices - almost always using tons of glue as their method of keeping things in place. Besides finding tons of holes & funky paint colors behind the paneling, I come across an old post card. The picture was pink roses, and on the opposite side was a message simply asking how whom the card was addressed to (couldn't make that part out) how they were doing. It was post marked 1970. This room took more then a month to complete - its not a very large room, its 10 feet by 8 feet, however, there were so many holes in the walls, plus the entire wall behind the 80 year old radiator had literally crumbled - which we found out was due to a leak from an improperly insulated window frame, that was fixed from the outside, but never fixed inside. But after all that work was finally done, my husband also put down a new floor - a dark wood floor which was a drastic improvement from the ugly black & white fake marble linoleum tiles.
The following spring we bought supplies to renovate the computer room/den which was the room that directly adjoined to the mud room. First thing we planned was to replace the "wavy" ceiling. This ceiling was another disaster project. At first we attempted to put sheet rock directly over the old ceiling. Didn't work, the old ceiling was jut too uneven. So we took a day to pull the old ceiling down. Another disaster. The insulation between the 2nd floor and the computer room was some very old blown in garbage that in some sections appeared burnt or dry molded. Didn't uncover any new clues about this house though. A few days after pulling the old ceiling & insulation down & airing out the whole room, my husband put up brand new thick insulation & we set to work putting up new sheet rock. This proved to be ridiculously difficult. The studs were completely uneven. What kind of idiots built this house?
We got half way thru putting up the ceiling but had to stop for the annual family camping trip that we do every year with my in-laws. It was a week or two after we return that my husband woke up one morning in terrible pain. A day later we had horrifying heavy rains over night. The next morning the children went to play in their basement play rooms only to discover the entire basement was flooded. My husband in so much pain in his neck, shoulder & going down his arm into his fingers attempted to help me with the clean up, but I had to make him go back upstairs. I had to tear apart all the rugs down there, which quickly molded. Had to throw out loads of toys & books that were destroyed. Some stuff I was able to save & just give a good washing too. Most of the basement subfloors bowed due to all the water (the water wasn't deep, basically due to the heavy rains the ground water risen so high, that based on the stains on the walls, it was 2-3 inches high in most parts of the basement, and up to 5 inches high in other sections - a freak storm that no one could have ever expected - especially since Farmingville is the highest above sea level in Long Island).
After seeing several doctors & him being out of work for several weeks, he finally got a diagnoses of spinal radiculopathy due to two herniated discs in his neck. In the beginning of October he had surgery to repair the discs in his neck. The recovery from this was a long painful process. He finally went back to work on light duty just before Christmas.
It was around Mid-March that I got back to work on the computer room ceiling. My husband still wasn't fully recovered so I chose to do it all myself. I cut the sheet rock into smaller sections so I could easily hold it up while using the cordless drill to screw it in. But as I mentioned the studs over this room were all uneven, so it was a royal pain putting up the ceiling and making it look even. I went through 8 gallons of joint compound & spackling to try to even out the ceiling. After fighting with it for more then a month I said "whatever I don't care anymore" lol. My ceiling is a mess but it still looks better then it did before. Took another month of sanding & spackling to get the walls of this room up to pare for painting - there wasn't any ugly paneling in this wall, but loads of small holes, and just like in the mud room, the wall behind the radiator had crumbled so had to replace that - but at least there was no leak under the window in this room. One of the walls opposite the window also is oddly "wavy" like the ceiling. But after the hell of the ceiling I had no desire to rip the wall down & re-sheetrocck it. It is what it is. Finally painted, my husband put down the same floor he put in the mud room. Now its September and we're still not 100 percent done with this room. Still have to put up the crown moulding & the floor moulding. I've attempted the crown moulding on several occassions but all the unevenness in this room makes that very difficult. Perhaps this is why all the previous occupants had used to much glue everywhere.
to be continued.......
