Back in the late eighties, I was at a house party in Airdrie. As we cavorted happily, from the hostess' deck, across an alley and between a couple of other homes, you could see a sliver of a darkened house. It was, in fact, the residence where a teenaged kid went nuts and butchered his family with an axe. Parents for sure, not certain about siblings. I believe the family's surname was Ford.
It definitely put a damper on my evening. I wouldn't be able to live in that house, nor would I be able to live in the 'Hat residence in question.
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