Gloomy Thoughts in the Festive Season
I've delayed finishing this post, which I started a while ago, because it starts out amusing enough, but gets quite heavy. It's long and filled with angst. If you're in a fragile place, consider this your trigger warning, and close this tab. The story actually starts a century ago. Members of my husband's family have been the first and only occupants of his parents' house for about that long. Earlier this year, they made a crazy discovery in the attic: a bunch of large, framed portraits of his ancestors. Some they could identify; others are just a mystery. Some of the portraits are downright creepy, and when we decided to throw a Halloween party, we hit upon the idea of hanging the portraits to create a spooky atmosphere. The ancestors bore witness to some karaoke. That was the beginning of the Curse of the Ancestors. The morning after the Halloween party, we awoke to find our basement flooded, ostensibly because a contractor had not sealed a hol...