This is what my son found on his wall when doing the cleansing. I should have put something in there for scale, but the fingers are about half the length of mine. It was on the other side of the wall from where the psychic, Chelsea, was sitting. No child has been in that room since I bought the house, certainly no child with dirty hands and a penchant to finger paint. And no, it wasn't there when I moved in. Creepy.
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