The Horror of Finding Human Remains in a Crawl Space

"I'm ashamed to say that it had somehow rubbed off on me," says father. "It was the perfect jump scare moment, absolutely text books which my light on and there's a little horror child's rotten evil face kind of shot." But as you can imagine, there was none of that. No ghosts, no bodies, no malevolent spirits whatsoever. I did see something sitting on the wooden boards gathering dust. It was one of those little Russian dolls. The image painted on it wasn't that of some colorfully clothed babushka. It was of a little boy with a distinctly blank expression.