Halloween Haunts 2013: My Personal Haunted House by John F.D. Taff
To me, nothing says “Halloween” like a haunted house. And I grew up in one.
No, this isn’t a joke or some tongue-in-cheek, cutesy little Halloween story to make you titter nervously and wave off what I’m about to tell you. Simply put, I grew up in a haunted house.
Let me back up a little. I actually did most of my “growing up” in a different house, a nice little suburban tract home. But we moved out to the country when I was 15 years old. Our family had outgrown that house and needed something new. And my father, …