Is there any conceivable way that this house is not haunted? Is there a universe in which this house is not filled with moldering lace and wavering candle light and the sounds of things going bump in the night?

This house is on the extreme west side of Chicago on a side street just off of Austin. Dan and I discovered it in large part because we had also discovered a great ma&pa butchershop (though, truthfully, it's a bro&bro shop), called the Blue Ribbon Meat Market. The BRMM sells everything, makes their own sausage, will put turducken together for you, and its where I always buy my pork shoulder for pulled pork makin's. And an added benefit of the BRMM, is that there's this amazing street of old monster homes that's fun to take a little walk down as part of the trip.

But this house is the most unusual. . . and undeniably beautiful/really really creepy:



And I have to assume that the owners are okay with their house being super creepsville. . . or they probably wouldn't have bought two stone statues of actual sized people to flank the entryway to their home: