I live in Eastpointe, MI and here is my true story. My husband and I bought our beautiful 81 year old home back in 1998. I grew up in the area and this house used to be known as "the church" because it was built in the Tudor style with stucco and a tall angular roof - unlike most of the 1960's tract houses nearby. As the saying goes they just don't build houses like they used to. The previous owners obviously loved the home very much. They told us that when they bought the home that they had some trouble moving in because the owners had divorced and the wife was so reluctant to leave that they almost had to evict her and she never even handed over the keys to the front door! Oddly enough they never changed the lock so the original hardware and lock were still on the door which they never used! Anyhow, we were very excited to spend our 1st night in our 1st home. However, that night I found it hard to get any sleep! A while after shutting off the lights I started hearing noises coming from downstairs.It sounded like creaking floors. I whispered to my husband "do you hear that?" and he said "yeah." but he didn't seem to want to do anything about it.So, I got up and went downstairs myself. The noise had stopped before I got there and I check the doors, checked the windows, looked all over but nothing seemed amiss. I went back to bed. As I started drifting off to sleep the noise started again and I woke up again. My husband heard it too and said "oh, it's just the house settling". This seemed reasonable since we had just moved in and the prior owners had just moved out and we did not have much of furniture moved in yet. I tried to ignore it but the creaking turned into the sound of doors opening and closing, then I heard the drawers in the dinning room sliding open and shut, then it sounded like a dog was running up and down the stairs! I poked my husband in the arm and whispered "Okay, that is not the house settling! Do you hear what I am hearing?" he said "yes" so finally he got up and turned on the light and it seemed as soon as the light went on it got quiet again! We both went downstairs. All the windows were shut, the doors were shut, nothing looked amiss, no one was in our house but us and no one was outside either. We went back to bed and it started again. This time I just tried to ignore it and eventually I fell asleep. This went on every single night for several months and slowly decreased as time went on. It was annoying, I called it the "party" and I guess like living with pets or kids or rowdy room mates you just get used to it and you sleep right through it. After a couple years it has pretty much stopped altogether. I suppose it could have been the house settling- but why would a house stop "settling" once you get out of bed and turn a light on? Besides the noise at night, I also kept having the experience of seeing, out of the corner of my eye, a dark haired woman of medium height wearing a light colored print dress standing and looking right at me- usually in the dining room. When I went to look at her she would be gone. This always happened in full daylight and I never felt uncomfortable so it never bothered me. I started to call her Rose after I did some research and found that the divorced woman who used to live here 30 years ago had died the year before we bought the house and her name was Rose. I figured it must be her as she loved the home and never wanted to leave so she just came back.

       Occasionally, I would also be alone in the house and hear what seemed to be the sound of 2 men whispering to each other. I always shrugged it off as noise coming from outdoors as it also happened in the day and usually I would hear it while I was in the basement. However, 2 years ago I got a bit of a fright. My husband was in Baltimore working and I was alone with our 2 cats. It was late at night and I was downstairs watching TV and I went into the kitchen for a snack. One of the cats was sitting in opposite doorway of the kitchen and I called him over. Usually my cats follow me everywhere I go and they will run to me if I call, but this time he just turned his head to look at me and the look in his eyes seemed fearful. I walked over to him and he just sat still as could be even when I pet him. He looked terrified and was staring up at the stairs going to the second floor. I went to turn off the TV so I could listen better- thinking it was probably just some mice in the walls again making some noise and spooking him. I sat down next to my cat and strained my ears to listen. Suddenly, I heard what he was hearing. It was no mouse- my skin prickled all over as I heard the distinct sound of 2 men whispering at the top of the stairs! I strained to hear what they were saying but I could not make it out. I was trying to figure out what to do about this and wondering how they could have gotten into the house which is literally built like a fortress and without my hearing anything. I grabbed the biggest knife I could find and gathering myself I went to the foot of the stairs. My cat was still crouching my the doorway. I yelled out "Okay! I know you are up there and I am coming up! And if you have any brains you will get the hell out of my house right now before I do!". It was silent. I charged up the stairs my heart pounding so hard I thought it would jump out of my neck. But no one was on the landing. No one was upstairs. All of the windows were shut and locked. I looked outside and no one was outside. This freaked me out I think more then if I had found people. I called my cat up and he came and looked around but I just could not bring myself to sleep in my bed that night - so I slept on the couch downstairs. 

       The last and best story I have involves my husband. He came home from work one beautiful sunny day a couple years ago and I was out working in the rose garden across from the side door. He went inside to take a shower and change. Afterwards he came out to the garden and starts laughing.

 I ask him "What's so funny?"

 He says "Why didn't you say anything?". 

This is puzzling me. "What do you mean?".

He is laughing again. "You didn't say anything. You just walked away."

So now I am just confused. "What, exactly, are you talking about?"

He seems frustrated now. "You were upstairs. You came upstairs while I was in the shower and I had the door to the bathroom open and I saw you looking at me through the shower. I asked you if you saw anything you liked and you didn't say anything you just walked away! What- are you mad at me?"

I broke out in goosebumps when he told me this " I was not upstairs,  I never even went in the house since you got home. I have been working in the garden since you came home."

 He didn't believe it but I kept telling him this. Finally, he said "Oh, God, your mom didn't come over did she? Was that her!?"

 He still did not get it. " I have been out in this garden since you got home. I was across from the door," We still had the same old original front door at the time with no key and all access was though the side door next to the driveway, across from my rose garden. " What you saw upstairs was not me or my mom. What you saw was our ghost. You finally saw Rose! I can't believe it. And you sexually harassed her too!" Now I was laughing.

My husband felt this was a prank at first -but if it had been a prank I would have told him - he finally understood that he saw something he could not explain away.  

I have tried to pull as much information out of him as I could. What was she wearing? How was her hair done? Because I wanted to be sure he had seen exactly what I had seen. All I could get was that he saw a woman that he thought was me- of average height and dark hair. He didn't remember clothing and of course how could he pick out details through a steamy shower? He looked out and saw her standing in the hallway looking at him and when he spoke she just turned and silently walked away. Needless to say I have not seen much of her since! It always makes me laugh, but I cannot help but feel a bit sad for our poor horrified ghost!