i wish @Christer would get in here and tell his D Scott story
Alright, alright.
So my family moved to a different house in Manhattan when I was in 8th grade. The house was previously owned by the Fritchen family. Years later, when I was an engineering student and had a reason to know/care who Dave/D Scott Fritchen were, my dad told me this story.
When we first moved in to the house, I picked this room with a weird little unfinished attic/closet connected to it. This was, allegedly, D Scott's room when he had lived there with his parents. My dad and I decided it would be cool to finish out the attic space with carpet, drywall, etc. So one day, my dad was in there securing loose pieces of OSB on the floor and saw something in the space below the floor and the ceiling of the lower level. He reached in and pulled out a crumpled up pair of nasty red panties that had been stashed underneath the floor boards. To this day, those panties are the first thing that I think of whenever anyone mentions D Scott.
