It's not uncommon for expecting parents to question the environment their soon to be born children will grow up in. Many wonder what kind of homes are best for raising happy, healthy kids into happy, healthy adults?

Answering this question can be daunting for these parents, as there's just so many options. Is it better for kids to grow up in the suburbs? The city? The country, or even the swamp?

While all these options do have their respective benefits, the best option is one that many parents wouldn't even think of, much less actually agree to raise the kids in.

But fortunately, my parents did decide to raise me in this option, and by this option I of course mean a haunted house.

Now before you shake your head in equal parts disgust and disbelief, yes I was raised in a spooky haunted house, and yes, I turned out fine.

I turned out really, really great actually.

Growing up in a haunted house wasn't the nightmare you may think it was, in fact, it was actually a very positive experience, and helped contribute to making me the handsome, well dressed man I am today.

While my childhood was non-doubt nontraditional, it did have many benefits. For one, I was never lonely as a kid, and always had someone to play with when. I remember fondly the hours I spent happily kicking around some dusty old pelvic bone with the various, pale faced children that would manifest in my room at night. Or the long, deep meaningful conversations I'd have with the people living in my walls.

Growing up in a haunted house has also prepared me to live almost anywhere. When I first moved out on my own into the city, many people warned me about the rampant crime and dangers I'd face there. But I've found it quite easy to sleep through the multiple gunshots, crashes and police sirens that dominate the night-time soundscapes of the city. As a child, I had to learn to ignore the sounds of ghostly wails and chain rattling that was prevalent in my home growing up.

Finally, growing up in a haunted house as a kid made me come to terms with death/my own mortality at a very early age. How could I fear the great beyond when I was so close to it my entire childhood? Many of my childhood friends were some form of ghost, ghoul or skeleton, so how could I be scared of what comes next?

Not to mention I think in 6th grade the witch that lived in the attic cursed me to be undying so there's also that.

In conclusion, you'd do well to consider raising your children in a haunted house, the benefits far outweigh any initial fears or hesitations you may have about these spooky places. So why not give it a shot?

What's the worse that could happen?