We bought an old house, my boyfriend and I. He's in charge of the "new" construction. We are converting the kitchen into the master bedroom , I'm on wallpaper removal duty. The previous owner papered EVERY wall and CEILING in this heinous gross paper! Removing it is brutal, but oddly satisfying. The best feeling is getting a long peel, similar to your skin when you're peeling from a sunburn. I don't know about you but I kind of make a game of peeling, on the hunt for the longest piece before it rips.

Under a corner section of paper in every room is a person’s name and a date. Curiosity got the best of me one night when I Googled one of the names and discovered the person was actually a missing person, the missing date matching the date under the wallpaper! This freaked me the hell out. What was this about?

The next day, I made a list of all the names and dates. Sure enough each name was for a missing person with dates to match. We notified the police immediately, who naturally sent out the crime scene team. I overheard one of the techs say "yup, it's human." Human? What's human? "Ma'am, where is the material you removed from the walls already? This isn't wallpaper you were removing. Its skin."