My recently widowed mother of four was financially trapped in a dangerously haunted house. When Dad died, she used the last of our money to purchase a home, not knowing it had been cursed by the former residents. Mom should have known something was wrong. She was a psychic. But distracted by the death of my father and being suddenly thrown into single motherhood, she just didn't notice what was in the house until we?d already moved in. By then it was too late to do anything but hunker down and survive. This is my firsthand account of living and surviving in that place when I was a young boy. We did battle with demons in that house, both physically and mentally. Mother instructed us and stood guard many a night, not letting them pass?.. to get to us, her sleeping children. But there were a few times they did get past her. Those are the nightmares I still have today, more than fifty years later.
