I Grew Up in a Haunted House and I Turned Out Fine | VICE

In 1995, my parents and I moved into the house my great grandma grew up in. It was an old Victorian in St. Paul, Minnesota, built in 1902 and neglected for half a century by my hermit great uncle Frank, who never cleaned or threw anything out. When we moved in, the rusted metal siding was falling off, and the lot was overrun with trees, weeds and trash.

Inside the house, the peeling wallpaper and chipping lead paint were hardly visible behind the piles of junk that lined the walls. My great-great grandfather Joseph Renz had bought the house in 1905. Over the next century, several elderly members of my family passed away inside. I didn’t know this when I moved in. My parents knew better than to tell a six-year-old with an active imagination of the bodies that once lay cold under our roof.

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