Okay people… how do I explain? This all happened in New Year’s Eve, my father wanted to really clean our house, mainly all the forgotten places, like storage rooms and the roof. What a great way to celebrate the end of 2018 dad. The loft is pretty weird, it has no stairs, it used to but my mum thought it was dangerous as it was the wooden ones you slide. I’m tiny, so my dad thought it would be perfect for me to get a ladder and climb my way into it. We have a boarder on it, so it took a bit of work, after lots of f*cking pushing, I made my way in.
I WAS LITERALLY SNIFFING DUST PARTICLES! The space stank of dampness and just oldness, I decided to actually get in. Obviously I started walking, and I had my phone in my hand with the flash on. The loft had some random boxes in, from when we first moved in like 15 years ago, but one of them still had items in. Since I’m a know it all, I wanted to “inspect” it…
There was photo albums… PHOTO FUCKING ALBUMS. But the book was pretty shit, and the papers were extremely yellow. I was intrigued as there was photos of a family, they had two daughters, 3 sons, a mother, father and grandparents (I’m not sure if they were, but they were hella old, shame they didn’t have bloody botox back then). Clearly this was taken years ago, I’m not sure if it was the Edwardian times or the Victorian.
Carrying the box in my hand, I went back to my father and climbed down the ladder. I started rambling to my father, like what the fuck is this… oh my god how interesting. We both started to look at the photos in more depth, the further we got into the album… we noticed that the photos started getting eerie… but nothing too worrying.
Until we saw in the box, that there were pictures by them selves. Some of them were photos with scratched faces, and then faces that were fine. My dad thought it was a post mortem image, which clearly creeped us the fuck out.
It was the next day, so yesterday, and I told my uncle all about it. My uncle works with the Estate agents who sold the house to my parents, and he said he wouldn’t mind finding information on past owners from the Victorian era.
In the early morning (today), my uncle came whilst we were having breakfast, and told us… no family lived here in the Victorian era… and we know for god damn sure those photos were from the Victorian time. Our house was originally made just before the Industrial revolution, but the man who owned it, had no family, and was pretty rich as he owned a Victorian house all to himself, without having to room share.
My stupid brother, started talking crap saying the strange owner was Jack the ripper… jack the ripper blah blah blah. The only history my uncle knew, was that he owned a few factories and was never married, but used prostitutes…
I’m not sure what my uncle and father are doing now with the photos, my mum said to burn it, and I want them to take it to the local library…
What do you think? I’m loosing my sh*t, who was that family?