Someone Died Here

My family and I moved to Tucson, Arizona to work for a company called "The wonderful world of Lisa Frank." I have no problem mentioning their name, because if they want to sue me, go ahead. I have more inside information to share with the world about your hypocritical façade of a world for children than your company would ever want to expose to the world. But that's another story.

Like my mother, I moved my family, a two year old girl, a one and a half year old son, and a new born with three cats to a one storey condominium, sight unseen because of the promises of employment from "Lisa Frank Studios." Because of the demands for me to start work immediately, we got to Tucson at 7:30 in the morning, and I told my wife to drop me off at my new job, and go settle our new home. I won't go into detail about my welcome at my new job. It was not very nice to say the least. At about 10:00 am, I got a call from my wife, and she was very upset. She told me that when she got to our condo, there were a lot of workers working on the house, and a man from the Arizona State Environmental Services told her that she and my kids could not move into the house because there were some serious issues with fungus and mold. I told my wife to take the kids to a hotel and spend a few days until they cleared all the work they had to do on the condo. Sneak the cats into the hotel room. Two days later, my wife called me up, and said: "All clear, we can move in."

I saw the place for the first time as I backed up the U-Haul truck, and I was immediately in shock. I instantly felt one of the most incredible negative energies I ever felt since I was a boy. As I walked around the inside of the condo, I could smell something that was not right. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it didn't smell right. There was such an incredible smell of overwhelming perfume, but it could not hide the mustiness, somewhere in the smell, there was a smell of rotting. Yet, the walls were painted with brand new paint, and the smell of fresh paint also hid the underlying smell. I think the worst part was when I went into the patio just outside the bedroom. The patio was a bizarre scene with a rock fountain in the corner made out of desert rocks and dying cacti that no longer worked. There were holes dug into the dirt everywhere in the patio yard, and I was told that they were from desert tortoises' that were previous owners pets, but they left when the last owner died, but would come around every so often once in a while. As always, I look for other signs of something that doesn't seem right. That's just the way I am. And I found something.

In a small tiny room just off the garage where we parked I found a very small enclave with a lot of spray bottles and containers of air freshener. Over the next 30 days my newborn never stopped crying, my younger girl and son became so sick that my wife had to take them to the emergency room for their incredible high fevers. All but one of my cats ran away... Which I guess is normal... The smell became worse and worse every day. And beneath the new paint, I began to see stains that looked like splattered blood on the walls from the bathroom and down the hall to our bedroom slowly become more and more apparent every day. Although very faint, they seemed a bit odd, and the more they revealed themselves, the more I could see. I spent a lot of my time on the patio trying to figure out why all the desert plants were dead after only six months of the previous owners moving out. Desert plants live a long time with very little care. More than several things led to me packing up my family after 30 days in one single night in a U-Haul and getting the hell out of there.

The three dominating factors were that my kids were sick the entire time we were there. The second was when my wife told me the worst part of the smell of mustiness came from the kitchen. We narrowed it down behind the refrigerator. When we pulled the refrigerator from the wall, the entire wall behind the refrigerator was at least an inch thick with green fungus. On top of all of this, the landlord came by every other day and asked if he could crawl into the dead space underneath our condo. And to reach the dead space he had to go into the bottom of our condo from inside the closet in our bedroom. I walked out on my crap job at "Lisa Frank" studios at 8:00 am, after 30 days and went and rented a U-Haul truck, and packed my family until midnight that night and drove back to Phoenix, Arizona.

There are a lot of more details about this incredible experience.

But as an aside, we went back to Tucson, Arizona in 2008, and took pictures of Lisa Frank Studios and also the condo we lived in for 30 days... When we took a picture of the street sign to our condo, the street sign never showed up on our digital camera... I will attach the pictures at a later day...