Housecalls: post your weird experiences
Here goes mine: I went to this lady's old house. She said she had her son's records to sell. It turned out her son died 30 years ago, he was in the Airforce and died in a plane crash. We went to his room upstairs: it was time travelling. The room was all '75, like the day her son died. Her eyes full of tears as we check the records.The boy must have been 18 - 20 when he left this world, and was some sort of amateur DJ. I left happy with the records, sad to see a life could end that easy.