“Take me down to the paradise cityWhere the grass is green and the girls are prettyTake me home… take me homeTake me down to the paradise cityWhere the grass is green and Take me home…Take me home…take me home” As I climb the staircase (have I mentioned that I live in a haunted house) –
I grew up in a rather large, dysfunctional family and am one of 5 daughters (my poor father right?). There is a 12 year difference between my oldest sister, who I will call “L”, and myself (I am the youngest). You can read a little more about the background that shaped me here: https://wp.me/paqIPF-7t I lost
One of the earliest experiences of a haunting I can recall from my childhood was pretty extreme. The story behind it has lived with my family ever since, being recounted and likely embellished so many times over the years that it has become a legend. This is the true story, non-embellished, as I recall it
