My dad commited suicide by hanging, at the family house, a place we grew up, a home full of joy laughterand happiness,. I come from a large family, of 3 sister,(not including myself) and six brothers, life in that house was just happy memories. We are all grown today living our life’s, married with children.Every time I go to my childhood home to tiddy up the house a bit, and do the lawn, as soon as I get out of my car, I see the curtains open, when I look to the window from the outside its my dad standing there, I don’t fear the presences, I fear what’s next to him, it’s something evil, demonic, the house begins to get cold, and believe me or not I sense the pain holding every single wall.I would not go to the house at night, cause I’m to afraid to, but what keeps me from coming back during the day is the presences of the man that one day gave me happiness!I know my dad was a very sick man, his depression was never treated, and we never learn of his sufferings. But after his suicide many evil things have turned our house into a haunted house, chairs move , cups begin to fall, foot steps the curtains, the removing of the bed quilts.We are trying to sale the house but no one wants to buy..I guess my home where I had happiness one day will remain haunted for years to come, as my grandmother said one day, when someone commits suicide they never find there afterlife, what follows that soul is more evil and demons, that gather where the horrific event occurred….
My Dad suicide
My dad commited suicide by hanging, at the family house, a place we grew up, a home full of joy laughterand happiness,. I come from a large family, of 3 sister,(not including myself) and six brothers, life in that house was just happy memories....
