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)
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Why Wash the Walls?
Just in case anyone was wondering why we scrub all of our walls before we paint them, here is a picture for you. This is the wash water after my wife scrubbed half of one wall in the living room. I don't know what people have been doing in the Devil Queen for the last 100+ years, but every bit of it was nasty.
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I threw up in my mouth a little, John!
Yeah, it kind of makes my skin crawl a little, but it tastes much better than it looks.
Just kidding, mercifully it doesn't smell despite its outhouse like appearance.
Looks like my wash bucket after wiping down our dining room walls before painting. I know that part of ours was residue from having the floors sanded before refinishing. I don't want to know what the rest was. I'm just glad I got it off the walls before I painted.
Yeah, washing our bathroom beadboard walls turned the water a skanky shade of rat gray.
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