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I restored a house like that maybe 7 years ago. It was 5 degrees out in January, and I was wearing a respirator. We filled multiple twenty yard dumpsters as the entire house was loaded to the gills. Underneath it all there were items that at one time had been quite valuable. Mink coats and stoles, formerly nice antiques, beautiful artwork, mostly in ruins.
We salvaged what we could and stored it in the garage for the family. The whole story of the family was equally sad, and the entire incident was quite disturbing. It was possible to see and sense the insanity, and that was more disturbing than the rooms filled with the unimaginable up past your eyeballs. Much like the scene in the Dickens novel, underneath it all was the ruins of people's lives, quite literally. I literally had the house exorcised, BTW, and prayed over.
It was that creepy.
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