Call a Professional

Drip, drip, drip I could hear the droplets of water falling from the kitchen sink even laying in my bed. Well, maybe I couldn’t actually hear it, but I knew it was dripping so in my brain the sound echoed. It was driving me insane, and no matter what I did to attempt to fix it, with a few temporary successes, it always came back. Always.

I was at my wits end, considering calling in a professional but I couldn’t really afford that. I figured my next step is to try and replace the faucet myself and if it went horribly wrong, then I’d call someone. It was an old faucet, probably as old as this house, so replacing it wasn’t a bad idea. And, if I mucked it up, at least the professional could use the new faucet and I wouldn’t have to pay the mark up for them to supply one.

I scoured a few thrift stores and finally found a half way decent faucet, this one even had a detachable mechanism. I watched a few videos online and gathered the various tools I needed. I was ready to get to work. I put a bucket underneath and started removing the supply lines. This sink didn’t have a garbage disposal so I got right to work taking off the nuts that held the faucet in place. Before long, I had the new faucet installed. 

Thrilled with my work, I made myself a quick meal and ate happily while I watched my favorite show. Drip, drip, drip. I froze in place. Was it in my head? I paused my show and stopped chewing, ears perked. Drip, drip, drip. I stumbled into the kitchen and saw with my own eyes, the droplets of water falling from my new faucet. I lost my appetite and chucked my food into the bin. What am I going to do now?

In a fit of frustration and rage, I started bashing the piping that led from the sink into the floor below. Once they were loosened I unscrewed them all the way and the first pipe separated, and I was assaulted with a putrid odor. Almost gagging, I pulled my shirt above my nose and maneuvered the bucket underneath the separated pipes. I used a tool to fish out whatever was in there and a mass of black sludge and what looked like clumps of hair plopped into the bucket. 

I sighed with a mix of disgust and relief, that was definitely the issue, right? I turned on my phone flashlight to look at what was actually in there. It was hair alright, long dark hair and my eyes grew wide in horror when I realized it looked like there was part of a scalp still attached. I backed away slowly and with trembling hands called 911. Soon, there were cops swarming my house. 

They took the sludge bucket and the rest of the piping away for evidence. They said they may need to take apart more of the piping further down into the house, and I should find someone else to stay for a while. I was happy to get the hell out of there. A while turned out to be a few months, before I learned details. Turns out the wife of the previous home owner went “missing” and he moved away shortly after because he “couldn’t bear to be in their home without her”. They found more traces of her body throughout the pipes; he had tried to get rid of some of the “easier” parts down the drain. Incredibly stupid of him, if you ask me.

He was arrested, but not before he tried to take his own life when he got wind of what was found in his old home. Luckily, the coward failed. She was finally laid to rest and her family got closure. I got all new piping and a fully new sink, free of dripping.

I believe the dripping was her sending a signal, she wanted to be found.

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–Clever & WTF