Elise and Dan Taylor, both twenty-nine, recently purchased a two-storey colonial-style home in a quiet suburb of Washington D.C.
‘This is our dream home,’ Elise, an attorney, said.
Her husband, Dan, an abattoir cleaner, nodded along enthusiastically. ‘It’s in a perfect location, the schools are nearby and look great,’ he said.
‘Yep,’ Elise agreed. ‘It has everything that a growing family could ever wish for. Our neighbours are also really wonderful people. And we even got the house for an absolute steal with a great mortgage.’
Our reporter followed the couple into the basement where Elise pointed to an adult-sized chalk outline. ‘We don’t know what this is,’ she said. The chalk-body’s limbs were splayed at awkward angles save for the right leg. A second outline was a few metres away, drawn in the shape of a right leg.
‘We think maybe a child of the previous owners might’ve drawn this but we’ve been unable to contact them for some reason,’ Elise said.