Pack a parka and maybe some sage, because this week we’re heading from the icy void of Antarctica—where scientists keep “accidentally” finding things that sound a lot like alien bunkers—to the cursed threshold of suburbia, where one cheerful little “Welcome” mat basically tells every dead thing in the neighborhood, “Sure, come on in, wreck my life.” Between whispers in the walls and conspiracy theories frozen under the ice, this one’s got everything: cold, creepy, and the kind of home décor mistake that’ll haunt you forever.
Pack a parka and maybe some sage, because this week we’re heading from the icy void of Antarctica—where scientists keep “accidentally” finding things that sound a lot like alien bunkers—to the cursed threshold of suburbia, where one cheerful little “Welcome” mat basically tells every dead thing in the neighborhood, “Sure, come on in, wreck my life.” Between whispers in the walls and conspiracy theories frozen under the ice, this one’s got everything: cold, creepy, and the kind of home décor mist...