The Devil Queen

How my wife and I sold our souls to the Queen Anne Victorian we tried to save.

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Location: Crow Mountain, Arkansas, United States

Synopsis: This is a cautionary tale. A seriously disturbed couple find the charming, old ruin of a Queen Anne Victorian in Russellville, Arkansas, and buy it for $1.00. They tore the roof off, cut it in half, and had it moved to some land they owned sixteen miles away because they didn't know any better. Since then, they have hired and fired contractors, had all of their tools stolen, re-wired, re-plumbed, insulated, and essentially rebuilt the entire house. Their only problem is that after four years it still isn't finished. Now they are tired, broke, and wonder what in the hell it is they've done to themselves. And, it's haunted.
(Last updated on April 3, 2008)

Press: Russellville Courier Article - December 2003, HGTV website article, AP story - October 2006, and Victorian Homes Magazine - February 2008 (link coming soon).
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Friday, October 28, 2005

Nucking Futs

Monday afternoon I was laying under the Devil Queen trying to disconnect the return air duct from the living room floor. Somehow, when they were insulating the duct work, they managed to wrap a portion of the cold water line in the insulation and tape it to the duct work. I'm glad I noticed this before I dropped the duct work out of the floor and broke the pipe.

At some point I became aware that I was talking and laughing to myself.

"Heh. Well look at that, hee hee hee."

The talking didn't bother me. Sometimes I talk to the Queen too. Normal people occasionally talk to themselves.

The laugh bothered me though. It wasn't a, "wow, that's really funny," laugh. It was deranged, more like, "wow, I'm really enjoying clipping off your fingers and feeding them to you." Somehow, that afternoon, I had become the son of Doctor Evil.

Today the return air duct, tomorrow the world.


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