Also known as the toy room when my grandparents lived here. I have to say out of all of the places in this house, this room was always my favorite, and still is today. Not because there were many toys in it though, but because it felt the least eerie, in my opinion. As a child, I would creep past the painting that hung on the wall at the top of the steps, looking over my shoulder to see the stern man with a ruffled brow starting back at me. Indeed, that serious glare followed anyone that dare step into his line of vision. That was an unknown mystery to…