When I was little we moved into my grandparents house in Breckenridge, MI.  Shortly after we moved in a lot of strange things happened. I heard overheard the adults talking about the house having a ghost, but never believed it until I saw it with my own eyes...more than once.  I honestly believe that people are born with the 6th sense, and that children are more susceptible to feel or see ghost, I also know in my childhood that the ghost in my grandparents house was evil.  Shortly after we moved in my brother had seen many times, a face looking in the upstairs window, where there was no tree, no ladder, no way to just stand in front of the window on the second floor.  Once when going into my grandmas kitchen at night with the just the light on over the stove, I got into the refrigerator and as I closed the door, I could feel someone watching me, the hairs instantly rose on the back of my neck as I turned to go out of the kitchen, there in the first floor window was the same face looking in at me that my brother had described many times.  It was an evil face, hard to describe even in my adulthood, but it wasn't that of a mask, it was of a regular person, but the eyes....the eyes were evil.

 

My father an alcoholic, used to come home drunk and once when he did we (my little brother and I) had to help him walk up the stairs in that house, and you know as you walk up, you look up...well, that is one day I wish that I had been looking at my feet, because as we reached the 3rd step, I remember us ALL taking a step backward at the same time, as we saw a body, a dark form go from one room to the other across the hall (INTO WHAT WAS MY BEDROOM).  My mother who had been behind us, making sure we were making it up ok, almost got knocked over from our quick retreat, and I remember my father telling her he was not going up those stairs for nothing and that he was tired of living in this "haunted house".  My mother went to go up the stairs, and my father made her get a baseball bat before she did.  She did, but saw nothing...but there was no convincing my father to go back up those stairs.....EVER!  That's when he started not coming home until we moved. 

 

That night, my body was shaking as my mom reassured me that there was nothing in my room and that I really needed my sleep. So, knowing that she was right across the hall, I laid in my bed, my blanket pulled tight up to my chin, my eyes nervously moving back and forth, finally drifted to sleep......until I felt someone bump the end of my bed.  I thought it was my mom, just checking on me but when I opened my eyes there was a figure of a man, coming around my bed, walking right past the head of my bed and then just disappearing.  I cannot explain as a child the feeling of evil this sent down my spine.  We moved shortly after this whole ordeal.

 

One time after that, I was visiting my grandmother, my uncle had moved into the upstairs room which had been my old parents room. My grandmother was in the kitchen making food and my uncle had been upstairs listening to music, when my grandmother had lunch done she asked me to go get him, needless to say I was not going upstairs because I hadn't went up there since the night I seen the spirit by my bed (and was soooo glad we had moved).  I stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up yelling at my uncle to come down.  I saw a partial face which looked like my uncle peering out from the doorjamb, I could see his eyes, part of his nose, just staring at me, not saying a word, when suddenly from behind me, my uncle tweaked my sides and said "who are you talking too?"  (He had been in the downstairs bath!!)  I looked back up and the eyes were gone, but I will never forget the way they stared me down, dark eyes, almost black.

 

After my grandmother died, my grandfather decided to sell the home, upon doing so, he made some alterations to make it more sellable.  There was a dip in the floor that had led to the upstairs, when removing the old floor, they found some hand painted pictures shoved under the old floorboards.  They were pictures of dark and awful things, I remember one with Jesus who had a sword like thing sticking out of his chest, that picture I remember clearly in my mind because the eyes in the picture looked like the eyes I had saw staring back at me from the stairs.

 

I am almost 40 years old now, and have had several unanswerable sightings and feelings of ghost in my life, it is nice to find someplace to share.  So when you read what I post, remember these are true things that have happened to me. Things that have changed my life. I do not tread lightly on the subject of ghost or spirits, they are REAL and they are HERE...I know!

-The Hangmaster