- I grew up in Farmington Hills, MI and am pretty sure that
my house was haunted.
- My dad only just admitted that he used to hear the front
door open and shut and footsteps walking around but when he would go to check, there was
none there. I used to hear things fall on the floor of the basement but when I'd go check
it out, there would be nothing on the floor. I had a friend sleep over one night and both
of us were certain that someone was in the room with us, turned on the light and none.
- The spirit also took my dad's college ring and hid it. I
had almost finished paying for it (it took me a month or so of babysitting, he thought I
had lost it), when I got out of the shower one day, it was right in the middle of the
- I never investigated the history of the land (the house
was new) but would be curious and not at all surprised if it had some history.
The First Time
- The first time I ever saw a ghost scared the living sh*t
out of me. But it has been an on going affair in my life ever since.
- The first incident occurred when I was 12 years old; nine
years ago. My brother and I were staying at my aunt's house for two weeks during the
summer. One night, my cousins, my brother and I were sitting around on my cousin's bed
(strangely enough there were seven of us) talking about a friend of ours who had been
killed by hit and run incident with a drunk driver a couple of years prior. Then my cousin
Sonya, the eldest of us, told us that she still talked to her now and then. Of course we
didn't believe her and thought her full of crap. Well, we kind of just humored her and
asked her a lot of questions about it. When all of a sudden she started to just stare off
into space. When we asked her what was wrong she just pointed to an empty space on the bed
between myself and one of my other cousins. All of our attention was focused on her, !
- So when we turned to look at what she was pointing at we
saw her....all of us. There she was, just sitting there, smiling. She didn't look alive or
anything, I don't know it's hard to explain just what it really looked like--you could see the
eyes and the lips and hair, but the rest of her features were just a milky blur. It made
you feel strange also, this supernatural presence. It kind of feels like when you're
standing alone somewhere and you can "feel" someone looking at you, the hairs
rising up on your neck, and this weird sensation of a chll-even in a hot place. We all
looked at her and ran from the room screaming.
- We didn't know what else to do. Finally, one of my cousins
and I went back into the room with Sonya to check it out further. She couldn't be seen
anymore--she told us that she didn't want to frighten us further for that was not her
intent. But you could still "feel" her in this room, that strange feeling I
described before. And, you couldn't speak to her like you speak to a person of carnate,
well you could talk to her with your voice, but that was not how you got your answer. It
was all done without words, we just kind of thought things to each other is the only way
that I can explain it. After that evening we used to see her all of the time; then months
later other beings started to appear in my life and I thought nothing of it. It was normal
and natural to me, just as it is now. I kind of like the idea of conversing with the dead,
there's nothing else quite like it.