I grew up in the San Fernando Valley in the late 60's and 70's - that swingin' movie-star place that people don't usually associate with hauntings.
My parents bought our home just months after I was born in 1963. It wasn't a very old house at that time, as it was built in 1952. It was lovely and spacious and well-built, and I was very lucky to have grown up in such a nice house. My father had some remodeling done, and had a pool built. It was the ultimate Southern California mid-century home. But it held a dark secret.