Got these pictures developed last week, didn't notice anything weird when I took them but the guy in London Camera Exchange was spooked when I picked them up. I asked him what was up and he shows me these two shots.
Turns out he grew up across the street and knew the old guy who used to live there, General Thomas Thawsly. Apparently the guy was a real saint but over the 2 years he lived there he went nuts, he stopped talking and just used to blabber the word "halija" over and over.
One day the place burnt down, when the smoke cleared they found the general burnt to a crisp in the basement along with the mutilated bodies of his wife and daughter. Apparently they'd been held down there for months and some supremely weird dark shit had gone down. The fire started from some kind of ritual he'd held, theres still pentagrams and shit all over the walls but I figured that was just the crack heads who'd drawn em...
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