This is my childhood home. It's plain, brick and looks like a prison because it kind of was. A lot of crazy and bad things happened inside that house. Lots of mental breakdowns and anger and screaming and shouting. My dad drunk a lot and had a lot of severe mental health issues. My mother was quiet but unhappy and just let everything happen as it did because somehow she just gave up or felt she didn't have a voice to make a difference. Us kids used to get hit, we used to get threatened, we used to get told that when we cried we were manipulating them and that we do it on purpose. My brother and I got it worse as we were "boys"and were meant to be tough and strong. I remember trying to stick up for my sister once and he ran at me with his fist like he was going to hit me. Scared me half to death. Ha we used to get made to clean the bathroom and basement floor with straight undiluted bleach which caused our lungs to burn and it made us cough. He had this belief that this was the only way to keep the smell away. There wasn't any smell but to him there was this strong ammonia cat pee smell but there wasn't.
Thankfully he doesn't drink anymore and hasn't in awhile and got help for his mental problems. He's still a bit iffy at times but he's gotten much better. My mom has gotten a bit better as well and seems happier. It's just funny seeing the state of things inside today that all that anger and sadness seems to be reflected inside like the house itself got affected too. Ruin led to ruin. Fire fought with fire leads to ash.
@Ducky i didn't speak to them for a long time well over a decade. Only reason i am now is because they got help and made a change and surprsingly my dad actually helped me get mental health help. He gave me his connects
I really do believe that a house retains the energy of whatever was between those walls. It absorbs it like a sponge and you can feel it forever after.
