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1. This is all true. Everything.
   When I lived in Connecticut (West Hartford), I was really good friends with this kid Jeremy Hirschl who's Dad was soon facing a house arrest thing for a huge legal scam. So he decided to buy the biggest house he could find in WH that was available (I don't really know how that worked)
   This house was BIG as fuck. When he went to check it out he fell in love, like 4 floors, really sweet house.
   There was a huge backyard with a basketball/tennis court and a two story guest house/garage.
   When he checked out the guest house thing, he noticed that there really wasn't anything on the second floor, so he asked the Realtor about it, and there was a room in there that all kinds of crazy shit went on in, so they built a dry wall over the door. He decided it wasn't a big deal, and he bought the house.
   A few months later he decided to tear that motherfucking wall down.
   Inside he found a full bed(mattress, sheets, pillow) and the springs for the bed were spikes, and there was spots of blood all over the sheets, and there were big ass leather straps hanging off of the sides of the bed. This of course freaked him out, but it wasn't 'til he opened up the closet that he seriously regretted going into the room.
   Inside were Polaroids of people hanging from nooses and people laying in the bed bloodied. You can tell every single one of the pictures was taken in that little room. After they tore down the wall, tons of weird shit started happening around the house, doors would open, glass would break, and everytime they went back into the crazy room, the straps were adjusted/unadjusted. Nuts. I only went in there once and I got the worst feeling ever.