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SPACKLEHAUS

GUYS WE HAVE TO TELL YOU ABOUT SPACKLEHAUS

There isn't a total vocabulary to describe how bizarre the year in Spacklehaus was. The name Spacklehaus is a story in and of itself, but in any event it was an old house right outside downtown Rochester. The landlord's name was Mort, which, I thought to myself, sounded like the name of an orcish innkeeper. Let it be known, this is one of those times a person looks exactly like their name sounds, much to your discomfort. Mort is also a story for later, though.

Anyway, this is a flashback segment we'll be doing called Spacklehaus Memoirs, wherein we share the experience of living in a dilapidated old house over the course of a year. Yuko hadn't moved to DC yet, so a lot of our interaction was limited to the phone unless I was visiting. Let me tell you, waiting to hear new stories about Spacklehaus became a treasured pastime of mine, not unlike waiting for the latest episode of This American Life these days.

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As A current resident of rochester, I congratulate you on the discovery of the wonders of our fine city. Be amazed by the wonders of the murder capitol of the northeast. Be Buried under the snow, and be roasted in the summer. Ah, what a wonderful city to live in.*

* this is all true, however rochester is a great city, albeit a bit boring at times.

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So did you ever manage to get into that hidden room?

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Sadly, no ...

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Oh god, did a light ever go on in the creepy sealed off room?!?!?!?!?! That's fucking terrifying!

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And why didn't you?!
Seriously you coulda just paid a kid to break the window by "accident" or something then climbed in to "assess the damage"

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I lived outside of the Rochester area for like 5 years, and don't remember such house. Unless there is a different Rochester... which is quite possible.. ignore this rant..

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Which Rochester are you thinking of... its Rochester NY, not Minnesota, or new Hampshire, etc.

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Yeah, Rochester, NY. Never once heard anything or saw the house. Strange.

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Everyone has lived in spacklehaus. And everyone has 360's. There must be at least 3 360's in it at one time. XD

Every time we drive past the street I get kind of sad a miss that crazy house.

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I do kinda miss that place, although I don't miss almost passing out in the solar-cooker that was the attic room. D:

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Say hi to Phil everyone.

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AHAHAHAHAHA
BALLIN'!!!!!!

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haha, but where's the tiny plastic one?? D:

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This reminds me of that book Tamsin by Peter Beagle, the dude who wrote The Last Unicorn. It uh, involved a house with a hidden room that had a window you could see from outside and uh, the house was very haunted.

... but at least Aido doesn't live in that house anymore! :D

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You know, I probably would have just grabbed a ladder and broken in the window if I never found a way in. I'd be all about the "Creepy abandoned room."

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Oh my gosh! I think I'd just die if I didn't find a way to get in that room. Like, right now, just knowing you guys never found out what was in there is making me totally anxious. How could you stand it??

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Dude, this house was full of stuff like this. There was this "empty" space next to the upstairs-stairs, a boarded up area underneath the basement stairs ... seriously, if you needed to get rid of something quickly in Rochester, this would have been the place to do it.

Which, we speculate, was why the rent was so cheap.

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Your comment reminded me tangentially of the case of H.H. Holmes, a 19th-century serial killer I ran across on Wikipedia one day; he had a large and convoluted house built for the storage of his victims. And now I've spent half an hour reading about serial killers on Wikipedia and I will /never be clean again/, oh god oh god oh god.

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H. H. Holmes can also be seen prominently in "The Devil and the White City," which takes place in Chicago during the 1893 World's Fair.

... Just to reassure everyone that SpackleHouse was not, in fact, the site of 20something serial murders.

Although it could have been. Man, could it have been.

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Ha! Going to school at RIT now. I must know where in Rochester this is so I can experience it for myself...

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It pains me that I know this, but in the huge expanses of the Star Wars EU, a 'morrt' is a parasite specific to Gamorreans. So the orc thing isn't that far off.

I had no life in Jr. High. That's my excuse.

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I'm disappointed I never got to see Spacklehaus...

It's legends only reached me by whispers...

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I would of got a ladder and tried to open the window to get in. The suspense would kill me and I love creepy things and climbing into old buildings and stuff. Unfortunately, supernatural things aren't real. No ghosts, Vamps or creatures. :(

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I wanna know how it became to known as "Spacklehouse" or "Spacklehaus" ... I think it was something about the wood or the paint being something spackle? I forget... but there wasn't much detail when Ananth told the story on AG...

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If I recall correctly, it was named "Spacklehaus" because the Landlord's strategy for fixing any problems was to slap spackle on it. (Google tells me that Wiki sez that spackle is a genericised brand of hole filler. Down here I think we call it wood caulking.)

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Well it (don't) pain me to know it but the english translation of the french word "mort" is just ... "dead". Or "death" if you want a noun.

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The funny thing is, this apartment was basically a more run down version of the house right down the street that my Aunts lived in when they first moved to Rochester. I have fond memories of this part of the Monroe Ave neighborhood. To think that visiting your crappy apartment made me feel nostalgic while it creeped you guys out. Heh.

Plus, everyone needs a story of a crappy bohemian apartment from their youth!

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I am reminded of House of Leaves. D=
Sooo creepy.

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Rofl, I distinctly felt the same way... a magical room that just randomly appears that no one can get to... and then a hallway that turns into a labyrinth that doesn't appear on the outside. *_*

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SPACKLEHOSUEE! i miss it :( :(

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Anyone reminded at all of the PC point-and-click mystery game Scratches?

It's about this writer who wants somewhere quiet with a spooky victorian atmosphere to write his next book. But, after moving in to an abandoned mansion a friend of his managed to find for him, he gets a little more than he bargained for.

The secrets of the house draw him deeper, and at night... at night the scratches grow louder.

I thought it was just alright, though. Could've been better. And they've made a Director's Cut or something, with added content, which could be better for all I know. But if anyone tries to find out what's in that hidden room... don't say I didn't warn you.

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I think I used to live in this house. Did the basement have a frat mural on the wall?

I'm serious.

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Touochdwn! That's a really cool way of putting it!

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