Our awesome, creepy house

When Sacha and I first moved into our new flat a couple of weeks ago, I went for a little wander around the property. It’s a pretty cool little place: It has a big long deck right across the back, a cute little gully out the back, and something that I think is meant to be a pond. Needs a bit of a clean up though.

The almost pond.

Inside the house we have about a million and one light switches, some of which we can’t figure out turn on what lights. I have a light in my wardrobe, but the switch for it is nowhere to be found. Sacha has seven light switches in her bedroom alone. It’s lightswitchtopia. (I just went around and counted – we have 27 light switches.)

I have also made an exciting discovery. About five minutes ago I went for a wander to check out the little gully I mentioned. Turns out it backs out onto a creek. A creek!

Here’s the weird part about the house, though. In my casual wanderings, I found the little door that lets me get underneath the house. I went in, and this is what I saw.

There were two walls covered in photos of shoes. It was utterly bizarre, and it still creeps me out a little bit. Several people have suggested that somebody with a shoe fetish used to live here, or someone who was part of a shoe cult. Someone else said that maybe it was a murderer who used to take people’s shoes after they killed them. While I don’t think it would be a shoe-stealing murderer, my flatmate may be leaning towards some kind of murderer hypothesis, considering these alarming scratches in the wall above the head of her bed.

So yeah, there’s that. Apart from those two chilling aspects, and the fact that our house creaks pretty much nonstop, it’s a really nice place, and I’m really enjoying it. Except for the fact that it’s ridiculously cold. I’m trying to stop having the heater going all the time and instead rely on my hot water bottle to save power. Let’s see how it goes.