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Last Night

In the middle of the night the dogs began barking, which woke me and my guy. I thought it was the sound of a neighbor's car, but my guy heard some cracking and popping. This morning we woke up to a disaster.

Our floor just outside the kitchen rose about an inch along one tile seam for about a length ten feet, It happened so suddenly that one of the tiles by the wall cracked. Either a pipe burst, or the foundation shifted (we're not seeing any water, so there's that much.) Hopefully it can be repaired, and our insurance covers the damage.

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nightsmusic said…
Oh no! I can't even imagine! I'm gonna want to know what caused this...
the author said…
I'll keep you posted. We're trying to get the insurance company to send out an adjuster now. :(
nightsmusic said…
I've seen that happen here, but it's because of the ground freezing. You don't have that problem so I can't imagine. Please let me know. I'm really sorry!
Maria Zannini said…
Wow! Do you have water pressure? Greg wanted me to ask you if your house is on a concrete slab. If so, he thinks it's probably a foundation failure. If it's wood, it's more likely water pipes.
the author said…
We do have water pressure, and the house is on a concrete slab. It's possible it's just the tile itself buckling due to improper installation; that's the best case scenario. I don't even want to think about the worst.
the author said…
Our ground froze for three days around Christmas. It was a hard freezer, too, so that might be the culprit. I'll let you all know what we find out from the adjuster and the contractor, but with the holiday it will likely be next week.

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