We bought a suicide house, which was spooky at first, but even now that we know it’s mildly haunted (both of us and three different nannies have independently had experiences), there’s no more fear. Maybe that’s because we no longer feel like it’s “her” house and we’re intruding – she’s now the visitor and we’re allowing her to hang around (pun intended). No regrets.
Would I buy that house? Probably not. One thing I’ve noticed is that regardless of belief in ghosts and regardless of whether a house appears to be haunted or not, you still spend time thinking about the death itself, which I can do without. Almost every time I go in the master closet (where it happened), it crosses my mind. I don’t want that spectre in my “forever” house.
