Not a find, but rather what we had to clean up. My uncle used to move mobile homes before he died. One Saturday, he took us to a mobile home he was to move and gave my cousins and I some cleaning supplies and told us to clean the “ketchup” off the floor. Ketchup my ass, it was blood as a husband had murdered his wife there and we cleaned up her blood. We didn’t know for quite a while what we actually had cleaned up that day. Probably couldn’t get away with that now. That was over 30 years ago.
Last edited by Hudge; 09/14/20.
