Cliche Horror Story

>writer, mid-to-late 30's
>trying to get in on the horror novel market
>move halfway across the country to give your wife and kids a "fresh start" after fucking up their lives with your rampant alcoholism and obsession with all things horror
>find a nice house for really cheap
>like, ridiculously cheap
>realtor was kinda dodgy, but the contractor said everything was in great shape
>neighborhood is a little gloomy, but otherwise pretty nice
>wife was kind of skeptical at first, but warms up to the place
>about a week after the move, kids start having nightmares
>they stop after a few days
>one day, the school calls you and the wife for a meeting with the principal
>one of your kids beat the shit out of a classmate
>teacher says the kid mentioned the "incident" that took place before you moved in
>wife asks, "What incident?"
>oh shit
>principal tells her about a series of otherwise unrelated murders and suicides that took place in your new house
>wife looks at you, furious
>"Did you know about this?"
>you're a shit liar, so you spill it
>you knew the whole time, and actually wanted the house because you thought it would inspire you to write a great new novel
>wife gets fucking pissed
>she takes the kids and the car and fuckin drives away, leaving you at the school
>you hoof it home
>hours later, you get home
>wife is packing up her shit and the kids' shit
>tells you she's had enough of the stupid horror bullshit
>drives off with the kids and like half of your shit
>you go inside and pour a glass of whiskey
>start hearing spooky shit in your spooky murder-house
>stringy-haired ghost girl comes walking down the stairs from your bedroom
>you drink your whiskey and ignore her
>she starts trying to get your attention with her ghostly moans and shit
>eventually she drops the act and asks you what the hell is up
>seriously why aren't you even kind of pissing yourself at the very sight of her
>you fill her in on all the shit that just went down
>she flops down into a chair next to you
>"fuck, man, that's rough,"
>whatever, you know you fucked up this time
>"I don't get her hang-up about horror shit, though"
>yeah, what the hell is wrong with your wife anyway, horror shit is the best
>you pour a glass for the onryo and decide to pop in a DVD to distract yourself from the shitty feels
>"Saturday the 14th? I love this shit,"
>spooky ghost girl cuddles up to you while you watch