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.