I don't believe in the supernatural.

The house I live in is my fathers childhood home. His mother was, frankly, schizophrenic, in an era where most people equated mental health with Rose Kennedy. She went untreated. She beat him as a child, and drove her entire family away. She died 15 years ago, and we are still cleaning out her accumulated garbage. She called for him on her deathbed; my father still didn't go.

My mother also died in this house, suddenly. But she loved us, and we love her.

So I don't believe in the supernatural, but I have been friends with two self proclaimed witches, who both said this place has an "off" energy. and sometimes, at night, you might sense movement out of the corner of your eye. It can be unnerving.