👹 The Tree Town Terror | October

One woman. One basement. One unspeakable smell…

It started with a gurgle.

Laura was in the basement folding towels, halfway through a true crime podcast when she heard it — a soft, wet sound rising from the floor drain. She paused. Waited. Nothing. Just the hum of the dryer and a faint echo of her own footsteps on concrete.

Then it came again.

Not loud. Just... unsettling. Like something breathing through a straw under the floor.

She crept toward the drain. The air was thicker now — humid, metallic. A sour edge caught her throat.

Then the first bubble surfaced.

Then another.

Then the glorp.

A splash of dark water burst through the grate like it had been holding its breath. At first, just murky water. Then came the rest: paper. Sludge. A tangle of hair. A preschooler’s sock she hadn’t seen in two years. And something else she didn’t want to name.

It moved fast. She screamed — not from panic, but from instinct — and backed away as the water spread across the floor in ripples of gray and brown. She bolted upstairs. When she returned with towels and her phone, it was already too late.

The entire basement was flooded.

Soaked boxes. A floating plunger. The smell was unbearable.

By the time help arrived, she’d thrown up twice and couldn’t look at her laundry room without dry heaving.

🚨 The Worst Part?

It was preventable.

The sewer main had been partially blocked for months — probably years. Grease, wipes, and roots had narrowed it to a trickle. All it took was one heavy rain, and gravity reversed course.

A camera inspection could’ve caught it.

🎃 Avoid Your Own Tree Town Terror

Through October 31st, we’re offering a free 15-minute “Scare-Check” call — ask us anything, describe what you’re seeing, or book a discounted camera inspection if something smells… off.

📞 734.822.7582

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