Just in time for Halloween, a quick treat, something so horrible that they locked it up and threw away the key:
The original Hellpit...our Third-Floor Bathroom!!! Aiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!
When we first toured the house, I did a Ghostbusters on the door, whose key old Chang had conveniently "lost," and kicked it open. Oh...my...God.
After many exorcisms, it is now pink and rosy, and home to my aunt's collection of little Indian bronzes and assorted tchotchkes.
It's not perfect; the tiny stall shower leaks (blame Canada, where it was made), and the taping is coming apart in spots. But so far, no ghoulish hand, Carrie-like, has shot out of the toilet to reclaim its fortress of evil. Of course, there's always tonight....bwahahahaha...