It's not about a haunted house however but about a moneypit, mostly caused by a very eccentric guy who used to live there.
I once had a house that was once owned by one of those "do-it-yourselfers". He had light switches wired throughout the house that turned on lights and activated outlets all over the rest of the house in a random manner. For example, from the master bedroom you could turn on the garage lights and then oddly an outlet from the workbench in the basement. It took us a few weeks to figure it all out.
I liked the part about the archer/hunter, but the author spent way too many words sniveling about his life choices and then abandoning his family because he wasn’t responsible enough to see what people were trying to tell him up front. Typical self absorbed “me, me, me, I want, I want,” spoiled American behavior. He does somewhat of a Mea Culpa at the end all the while pining for his former wife and life.
This story sort of pushes my buttons because I’ve lived these scenarios through the lives of clients who wants supersede their needs and bank account yet refuse to lower their expectations and destroy what should be an enjoyable end product through their own greed. My sympathy meter refuses to budge for people who willfully and unyieldingly engage in these very behaviors.