Basement of the Lambs, Part 1

No doubt the basement to our house was once bright, clean, and dry—a laundry, a workshop, and a rec room. That time was long ago. Now the basement is dark, damp, and dreary: Dexter kill room, Silence of the Lambs "It puts the lotion on its skin," American Horror Story Asylum scary. Let's take a tour.

Come on in!

Right through here.

Don't be afraid.

Each cubby is just large enough to hold a human skull.

You should have seen this room before we pulled off the paneling and took down the drop ceiling.

Mind the low-hanging wires. Some of them might still be hot.

I wouldn't touch that.

Or that.

Why yes, that is a window. It used to let in daylight. Now it opens onto the utter blackness of the crawlspace under an addition.

Go ahead and poke your head inside. Go ahead.

Your shoes might stick to the floor in here.

I can't tell you what's on the floor. The samples haven't come back from the lab. Take shallow breaths.

Let's turn on a few lights, now. There, that's much better. Cheery, almost, with the breeder light.

Ready to go back outside?