My parents live in a haunted house(Picture grabbed from Google street view.)My mom moved in with her

My parents live in a haunted house
(Picture grabbed from Google street view.)

My mom moved in with her new husband in 2014, and I came along after living with s friend for a year or so. I affectionately call Hot House. My bedroom was a small room on the second floor with an angled roof, and it was constantly swelteringly hot in there, even in the winter. I moved out of Hot House twice, first in 2015 to live with my now husband and our mutual friend in our first ever apartment, and second in late 2016 after having to return home for a few months when we fell on hard times financially.

With a sordid past involving poisoned soil from a massive oil spill, arson on the property, theft, violence, and possibly even murder, Hot House is not a place I like to be. Negative energy clouds the place like a dark, warm blanket, and the ever present feeling of violence seeps into the heavy air. I tolerate it to visit my family a few times a year, but I much prefer they visit me.

I do not know the history of Hot House as well as I do Hell House, since it was not in our family until 2014. I have heard stories from my father-in-law though, since he had owned the house for many many years before we moved in. I know for a few years he allowed his brother to live there. His brother is a known hoarder and destroyed the home, a choice the home still has not recovered or been fully cleaned of. He took the house back in order to take care of us, his new family, and we have done our best to return the home to a comfortable place to live, but with rotting boards, crumbling foundations, and years of neglect piled in the dark corners, it just isn’t there.

Anyway, there is the intro for Hot House. This house is still owned by my mom and step-father.