The mystery of the ghost is solved
So today we had an Adventure of sorts. A couple days ago, after I finished a shower and the tub drained, some water burbled up into the sink from its drain and would not go back down. It smelled vaguely of sulfur. The toilet likewise would not drain. The problem resolved itself by morning and we didn't think much more of it.
Then, this morning, water burbled up from the sink and tub drains and the toilet ran over. It was clearly sewage-y water (from the smell, there was not stuff in it or anything, thank god). We called the plumber, who couldn't come over until 2.
The plumber arrived; he was pretty cool. He said we were the smartest people he'd dealt with for awhile, because my roommate'd thought to turn off the water and all that stuff. He asked to be shown down to the basement so he could check on some pipes. Turns out that the pipes in question were completely fucking destroyed. Not burst from cold or anything, but he said it looked like they'd been attacked by a drunk with a chainsaw or something. He asked if we'd heard any noises recently. I told him that I heard noises all the time. He said it would have been a big noise, and likely recently, like late at night, and I said I hadn't heard anything like that but that I am a deep sleeper.
The plumber went back to the basement and worked on it some more after he called MPM and let them know what was up. Then we hear a crash and him screaming "HOLY RUNNING FUCK!" very loudly. He came running back up. Apparently, there are huge, mean-ass mother fuckers of raccoons down there. These raccoons have likely been slowly destroying our pipes, causing our stuff to drain slowly and our heat to not work well, which have been two ongoing problems since we moved in. They have likely been the source of all the strange noises I kept hearing at night, since my bed is right by a heat vent which goes directly down to the basement.
So, our toilet/bath/sink are now fixed enoug to mostly work, but we have to be careful until everything's properly fixed in the basement. A lot of pipes need to be completely replaced. And I don't even know if the two raccoons are still down there. Also, our heat doesn't work at all right now. Joy of joys.
Then, this morning, water burbled up from the sink and tub drains and the toilet ran over. It was clearly sewage-y water (from the smell, there was not stuff in it or anything, thank god). We called the plumber, who couldn't come over until 2.
The plumber arrived; he was pretty cool. He said we were the smartest people he'd dealt with for awhile, because my roommate'd thought to turn off the water and all that stuff. He asked to be shown down to the basement so he could check on some pipes. Turns out that the pipes in question were completely fucking destroyed. Not burst from cold or anything, but he said it looked like they'd been attacked by a drunk with a chainsaw or something. He asked if we'd heard any noises recently. I told him that I heard noises all the time. He said it would have been a big noise, and likely recently, like late at night, and I said I hadn't heard anything like that but that I am a deep sleeper.
The plumber went back to the basement and worked on it some more after he called MPM and let them know what was up. Then we hear a crash and him screaming "HOLY RUNNING FUCK!" very loudly. He came running back up. Apparently, there are huge, mean-ass mother fuckers of raccoons down there. These raccoons have likely been slowly destroying our pipes, causing our stuff to drain slowly and our heat to not work well, which have been two ongoing problems since we moved in. They have likely been the source of all the strange noises I kept hearing at night, since my bed is right by a heat vent which goes directly down to the basement.
So, our toilet/bath/sink are now fixed enoug to mostly work, but we have to be careful until everything's properly fixed in the basement. A lot of pipes need to be completely replaced. And I don't even know if the two raccoons are still down there. Also, our heat doesn't work at all right now. Joy of joys.