My Haunted House

     Everyone always said that the old Bosworth mansion was haunted.  Over the years I've heard about curious children disappearing inside and couples being murdered while using the house as a secret rendezvous spot.  I'm sure the majority of the kids in town love to make up stories about all the strange occurrences that might possibly have occurred there.  Unfortunately, I've never been able to participate in these conversations because my family actually lives in the house.
     You'd think it would be pretty cool to live in a gigantic mansion.  There are ten bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, studies, libraries, kitchens and secret passages that take you from one room to others on the opposite side of the house.  It should be the greatest hide-and-seek house on the planet, but all of my friends are afraid to come over.  No one wants to be the next "victim".  Do they really think my parents would allow any of them to disappear?
     Some people in my position would probably become an obnoxious prick, believing they are better than everyone else at school.  However, I feel the exact opposite sentiment.  I'm embarrassed of where I live and the perception of my family.  Truth be told, we are not actually wealthy at all.  It's actually just dumb luck that my parents became the owners of the mansion.
     At the end of his life, Old Man Bosworth lived in the house alone.  He was very lax on the upkeep of the house, which resulted in overgrown shrubbery and a decaying-looking facade.  From the looks of it, it's understandable that young children would believe it was haunted.  My father, being an estate lawyer, was in charge of the old man's finances.  Over the years, they became very close and because the old man had no living relatives, my father became the son he never had.  When the old man died, he left the house to my father.  Surprisingly, the old man was completely broke at the time of his death, but the taxes on the house were paid for for the next 100 years.  This allowed my family to easily assume control of the deed.
     I'll be honest, I was a little bit creeped out when we first moved in; even after the lawn was mowed, the shrubs cut down and the outside repainted.  The house is enormous and having so many empty rooms creates a very ominous mood at night.  However, at times my old house felt just as creepy, and that was one-tenth the size.  Although one similarity between the two is that in neither one did I ever see a ghost.