TRUE GHOST STORIES
|We sold our house in Grand Rapids and needed to move into a place in Holland. This is where my wife wanted to live because it was close to the water. We hadn't found a house yet and a friend of ours rented his old aunts' house in downtown Holland. This house is one of the few survivors of the Holland fire in the late 1800's that destroyed much of this side of the state. Anyway, we had to clean it up because the previous owners had left the place a mess. It took about a week of elbow grease and spit, but we were able with soap and paint to make it livable for a while. About three to four weeks after we moved into the place, a strange occurrence took place. My wife and I were just getting settled into bed when we heard tiny footsteps coming from the upstairs. Both of us heard this and wondered which of our children was up and wandering around. She asked me to go check and make sure they were doing ok. Normally I wouldn't worry too much, but the steps coming down from the upstairs were very steep and with one misstep, a child could end up at the bottom very hurt. I went upstairs and walked quietly through both bedrooms. All three children were very sound asleep and tucked solidly into bed. I came back to the head of the stairs and noticed that the attic door was ajar slightly. I closed the door and at the same time had a passing feeling that whoever had been walking had come from that attic. We always kept that door close after that and never had another episode of floor noise. A few days after that incident, I searched the attic (there were two separate ones) and found many old toys and toy pieces going back to the turn of the century. In the higher attic, I found late 1800 medicine bottles tossed around the chimney. But what was most noticeable was the evidence of a chimney fire from many years before.We have always wondered if there had been a fire and a child had died of smoke or heat. To this day, we both believe a small child haunts that old house.|
By Gerald Rinks
THE MYSTERIOUS VISITOR
|When I was 10 years old, my mom, me,
and my 2 brothers moved into the Village apartments in Wixom, Michigan. The apartments are
all very old and they are in bad condition. Well, after 6 months or so, my brother Kevin
and I were sleeping in my mom's bedroom while she stayed at her boyfriend's in a different
apartment. My older brother Verne was sleeping in the room kiddy corner to my mom's. My
mom had a strict policy of shutting the door and locking it in case someone ever broke
into the apartment. Which was ok by me and Kevin. Well anyway, me and my brother were both
sleeping on my mom's bed. (Kevin was 8 at the time) I don't know why, but I woke up very
hot and sweaty. My pillow was soaked and my hair was very wet. For some reason I knew not
to move or make a sound. I pretended to be asleep, for why I don't know. Something in my
head told me to turn around and look at the door. When I did, my eyes fell on the figure
of a man. A very large man. At least 6'8. He was very skinny though. He wore a black
outfit with a bag over his head. It was a paper bag, like the kind you get at a grocery
store. He just stood there, watching. Except there were no eye holes in the bag, it was
just though he could see straight through the bag. I laid there, silent and still, for
fear that if I moved, he would hurt my brother. After what seemed like hours, the man
turned, and walked out of the bedroom. About five minutes, I quickly rolled out of bed and
approached the door cautiously. I looked about the apartment and could find nobody. I
opened my brothers door and found that the door was unlocked. I peeked inside and found my
brother (Verne, 16) laying in his bed asleep. I checked the door locks, and the window
locks and found them untouched. Where had he
gone??? 10 or 15 minutes later, I returned to bed and woke up the next morning. What was he doing there. I found out later that a robbery had taken place in our section of our building. From what I understand, upon questioning, the robber was asked why he chose the apartment he did. The robber stated that he had picked my mom's apartment originally, but upon arrival that night, he saw a man, a large man, peering out the window at him, with a bag upon his head.
THE HOUSE IN CANTON
|I believe that the house that I lived
in when I lived in Canton was haunted. While I lived in that house, things just didn't
feel comfortable to me. I basically slept with the lights on until I was 14 (that is when
we moved) and I constantly felt like something or someone was watching me. I remember that
things used to get misplaced all of the time. One minute it would be there, gone the next.
We also had a workshop in our basement. Right near the workshop was a little desk
that my father had built for me. Every time I went in the basement, it felt like there was
a man that took his hands and was peering around the corner of the workshop to see what I
was doing. I could never step into that basement! I made someone go with me, or I
would literally run down and back up again!
Another spooky thing that happened was that we had this old picture in my sister's room. Every time you would go into the room, it felt as if the person in the picture was watching you. We moved the picture to another room and my sister looked at it and made the sign of the cross to it. She laughed and turned around and it fell off the wall. Stranger yet is when she picked it up, she had splinters in the sign of a cross on the palm of her hand. My father ordered us immediately to throw out the picture! Also, in the neighborhood, there were a lot of strange things that had happened. The house next door is just one example.Nobody lived in the house long. Everyone who had lived there stayed for about 6 months to a year-tops!The first owner's brother had been killed in a motorcycle accident. One day the door bell rang and when the lady of the home answered, her brother in law was standing there.The next tenants stayed a year. One day the wife was cleaning and when she turned around, there was a dress floating in mid-air. They also reported a lot of noises and strange occurrences. this is the reason they moved. Also in the neighborhood, there were a lot of strange accidents. One child suddenly turned blue while in a wading pool, one child died from a simple tonsillectomy, one was killed when the back door of a station wagon crushed him, just a lot of freaky stuff! My sister, who still resides in Canton once went and looked up records of the area where we lived (palmer and Sheldon Rd. area) and found out it had been farm land. There were also people buried on that land and graves were dug up when houses were built. Just wanted to let you know about my ghostly encounters in Southern Michigan!
THE RETIREMENT HOME
|I work for a retirement home.
Unfortunately, a number of our residents die in the home of natural causes. About one year
ago a group of employees were having lunch in the side dining room. Near them was a wall
with shelves. On these shelves are "knick knacks" such as cross-stitch, small
statues, etc. One of the items is a brass grapefruit which opens in half like a large egg.
It is quite heavy and sits far into the shelf.There are no windows or doors ever open that
could cause a breeze. As they were having their lunch, the top to the heavy grapefruit
shot off its base and, as if flung by an unseen hand, flew about 15 feet away from the
wall where it landed with a crash. The employees were shocked at the display. No one was
standing near the object; no wind moved it.
Who was it who wanted so very much to know they were still with us?
I went to Western New
York State for my mission for my church. There were a number of weird events that
happened there, most of which changed my view of things not seen. The first of which was
when we accidentally discovered a cave. It wasn't deep, barely enough to encase the three
of us, but the feeling in it was eerie enough. I felt cold, then warm. Well,
we got out and reported it. Nothing more was said. The second happened a few days
later. The three of us were sleeping when one of us woke up, I don't remember
which. Above us, all our papers and materials were flying around the room in a
roughly circular pattern. We sat there, scared witless for a few minutes before the
papers suddenly fell. Needless to say, none of us got any sleep the remainder of that
By The Thurbinator
A while ago I was staying with my good friend. Weird things have always occurred at her house. Once I got a frantic call from her telling me she was home alone and that her alarm for her house had gone off. I told her to stay calm and go check it out.The motion detectors read that there was a disturbance in the basement. She was scared to death. I told her to get out of the house and call her mother. Then one day I was at her house after school and she had to vacuum the house. She asked me if I would come with her upstairs because she didn't like to be alone upstairs. I went and helped her. She always closed the doors, but that bothered me so she kept them open for me. When we were done we went upstairs and watched T.V. We heard a creak. I whipped my head around on a reflex. " That always happens." she assured me. Then we heard the distinct sound of a door opening upstairs. We didn't even have to talk. We knew we had to get out of the house once outside we called her mom but we couldn't reach her. We called my mom who said she would check everything when she picked up my brother from school. The search turned up no apparent reason for the noise. We know what we heard.
THE GHOST CAT
I've acquired a ghost cat that has followed me wherever I live since about 1992. I first noticed this friendly phantom when I was living with my sister in Tucson, AZ. I have 2 living cats, so when I felt a cat jump onto the bed with me one night, I didn't think anything of it, until I reached down to pet her and there was nothing there. My youngest cat, Peeper, (age 13 now), usually sleeps with me, so when I couldn't find her with my hand, I turned on the bedside lamp to see where she was. She wasn't in the room. I assumed I must have imagined it. When it happened again about a week later, I got out of bed to find both cats. Both of them were sound asleep in another room. I remember thinking to myself, joking, that it must have been a ghost. The next time it happened I just whispered, "It's ok, Kitty, you can stay with me," and I went back to sleep. The kitty 'came to bed' with me about once a week or so that first year, until I moved out. Now the ghost kitty makes her presence known about once a month or so, and has moved with me about 5 times since that first encounter. On very rare occasions I can see her from the corner of my eye, as a shadow against the wall, low to the ground. I guess I assume it's female because my (other) cats are both female. She doesn't bother me, I think we give each other comfort.
During my freshman
year up at Central, my roommates and decided to play with a ouija board right around
Halloween. Nothing happened. We were just screwing around with one of my roommates, making
it move and scaring her. A few days later I received a call from my mom telling me that
the house was robbed. It broke my heart that someone came in and stole things that could
never be replaced, like heirlooms from my mothers side of the family. I went home the
following weekend, and that's when it began. My mom used to tell me stories of the weird
things that would happen to her when she was young. When she was twelve, she lived in a
haunted house in Detroit with her sister and father. When she was fourteen, her girlfriend
and her played with my grandmothers ouija board before they went on a date. It foretold
that they would be in a car accident. They were. Not much of one, but it happened. I could
go on about her stories, but that's another story! Anyway, my parents built two bedrooms
in the basement of our old house in Madison Heights. I slept in one room and my brother in
the other. One morning I woke up and seen a tall figure of a man wearing a large hat. I
had a small window in my room, so some light was peering in, just enough to see a
silhouette of a tall skinny man wearing a big round hat. Now, I was wide awake, rolled
over and yelled at the figure, thinking it was my brother hovering over me. (My brother,
though younger than me, was very tall and skinny for his age) When I didn't get a response
I rolled over again towards the figure, looked at it and then turned on my light on next
to the bed. The figure disappeared. It scared the heck out of me. I pulled the covers over
my head and waited until I heard movement upstairs. That's just one incidents..with me.
Others followed. Alarm clocks going off while on the off position. My jewelry box door
opening and closing by itself. The family dog occasionally freaking out at night by
barking at something in the hallway and then hiding under my parents bed. We even started
finding things that we thought were stolen. They would just appear in the middle of
doorways or right on the middle of my parents dresser. Something happened to all of us.
Six to be exact. Mom, dad, my sister, myself and my two younger brothers. Nothing bad
could be sensed, so we figured it was a restless spirit that enjoyed a good laugh or so.
So...we called him Fred. Anytime something strange happened...it was Fred. My parents
moved 10 years later after all the kids moved away, but I think Fred followed them. They
don't seem to mind. I think they like the company.