This house seems to have a huge number of doors. Doors and mirrors. Sometimes mirrored doors. Or maybe doored mirrors.
It also is "missing the kitchen," according to the listing. I've lost mittens, I've lost library books, but I've never lost an entire room. Yet. But wait! I found it!
Ta dah! I wonder if there's a finder's fee?
This looks like a perfectly normal, pleasant house... and then there's this room. I think the real estate agent is trying to appeal to suburban Satanists who want a place to kick back and watch TV. Or maybe the intended buyer is a rotisserie chicken who misses the supermarket...
Wave "hello" to the owners! Hi! Here they are! And wave at Anne, who found the listing! Now back to waving at the owners!
Look out! The house is being attacked by small green aliens! Everybody run for your lives!
(Found by Amanda)
Good night, sleep tight, be prepared to be attacked by hordes of bedbugs, see you in the morning!
Seth found this happy dog. For just $16,900,000 it isn't really worth getting Rex out of the pool, is it? I know my cat required a deposit of 18 mil before he'd stop scratching the sofa.
