I know it will come as a shock to most of you, considering how big and luxurious our apartment is, but...we do not have a washer/dryer in our apartment! I know, crazy isn't it! We don't even have a washer/dryer in our building. We have to brave the elements and walk to the building next door and then go down in the basement to use the coin operated machines. Carol and I affectionately refer to the "laundry room" as the "horror movie basement". It really would make the perfect setting for a scene from Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It is dark, damp, has large old furnace units and a huge incinerator in the middle of the room. I told Carol when we moved in that she shouldn't go down there at night and she has gladly complied with my wishes. Needless to say, anytime we are visiting our parents or grandparents we always take our laundry!
Carol always takes her phone just in case the boogie man comes to get her!
The scary incinerator
On the right you see the furnace units. On the left is a creepy painting that stares at us as we go back up the stairs.
A true representation of how dark it can be in the basement. One bare bulb...horror movie anyone???