While digging the foundations of our house 100 kilometers from Mombasa we found human skeletons! We were living on a burial ground for slaves. Grim? You bet. But it wasn't just the idea that was disturbing - the place felt bad. Creepy, dark, and disturbed were words we'd both use to describe how the place felt. We wanted to run away screaming. As we were financially committed up to our eye balls, so to speak - we couldn't.