I get the same awful feeling like you are in the presence of something evil. Like when I first learned of the holicaust when I was around 10.
I know exactly what you mean. I was born and raised about 4 houses down from that house. The rectory is catty-cornered from it. The rectory is no longer in use, but was up until about 1970. Doc Neff was a chiropractor and it sounds like he tried to do the right thing, but my God, how could he live in that house all those years? Hannibal is a crazy, history-filled town like no other. But, this makes me so sick.