Yasmine Galenorn | Things That Go Bump In The Night & Other Delights

From the time I was a little girl, I was terrified of the house I grew up in
because I knew it was haunted—by what I couldn’t say, but a malign energy
tainted that house. It didn’t help matters that I’ve always been somewhat
psychic. I could always sense whatever was there watching me. To this day, that
house shows up in my nightmares and in my nightmares, it’s usually filled with
tens of thousands of spiders (I’m arachophobic) and I wake up screaming.
Granted, I had a lot of serious baggage to deal with in childhood, but the
house stands out in my mind as the ‘haunted house on the hill’ even though it
was smack in the middle of a lower-class suburb.