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Ghost stories/Haunted Houses in Michigan

  • no, not the poster but the old thread that people would add their personal experiences, anyone got a link? I tried searching for it using google but came up with nothing.

    With it being close to Halloween I wanted to bump the thread.

    This post was edited by Trevor Barnes 3 years ago

  • I started a huge thread on this on the old board. I started a lot of huge threads on the old board. Oh the memories.

  • Greatest thread was the creepy knocks at your door thread on the old board. Some of those stories soiled my drawers.

  • I'll contribute.

    My family moved to the current family homestead when I was around 3 years old. Upon arriving, our dog was going crazy digging in the bath tubs, barking at the fireplace, running around the house, etc. Just being really unusual. Apparently she never did those sort of things at my old house. We ended up putting that dog down.

    My father traveled a lot and usually was only home on the weekends, leaving my mother to take care of older brother and myself.

    One night my mom woke up in the middle of the night to what she thought was a man and another dog in the doorway of her bedroom. My parents had a water bed at the time and my mom remembers feeling the dog run up onto the bed and start biting at her. She started yelling at the man to get the dog off her bed and to get the hell out of the house. My mom was kinda in that half sleep/half awake stage so she just thought it was some sort of a dream and didn't think anything of it until the next morning.

    My mom was making breakfast the next morning and she went to go wake me up. I usually slept pretty late as a toddler and to her surprise I was already wide awake when she came in. I promptly asked her "Where did that man go?" "What man!?!" my mom replied. I told her that it was a really nice old guy with a dog and I had apparently been talking to him for a long time. Well, needless to say my mom freaked out and ran around the house looking for signs of a break in, checked our alarm, etc. No luck. She was freaking out. Since this incident, a lot of other things started happening - doors would shut randomly, my mom heard footsteps, someone in the kitchen messing with the dishes, hear someone walking up and down stairs, etc.

    So she called our neighbors and told them what happened. They thought my mom was crazy and instantly called the husband/wife who used to live in the house. They laughed at us too until it dawned on them that it was the husbands father who recently passed away before they had moved. Apparently that guy always came to visit that house with his dog. It all started to make sense as to why my dog was going crazy all the time.

    The guy told us to write a note on our table one night giving the ghost (his dad) directions to his new house in Indianapolis. My parents did it, and we never saw the ghost again.

    Apparently I used to be in our family room and my dad would be eating popcorn or something - I would just start yelling at my dad to share the popcorn with the ghost. When the ghost wasn't around anymore, I guess I always asked my mom where he went. My mom would say he went to work with my dad and I would flip out saying that "the ghost didn't want to go to work!!"

    I always had something about a ghost in the back of my mind until I was in like 7th grade when the story somehow came up. I had forgotten about it. (I mean I was only 3 or 4years old when this was happening). I know, its a lame story but they say children have an easier time "seeing the other side"

  • Keith Stone said... (original post)

    The guy told us to write a note on our table one night giving the ghost (his dad) directions to his new house in Indianapolis. My parents did it, and we never saw the ghost again.

    roflmao

  • Ehh, it's not mine - but anyway.

    My neighbor lived in Germany a spell while in college. He had a room in an older home where the homeowner had died. Apparently, in life, this guy was rather jealous of his woman and didn't like guys so much. And he had a strange name of "Helmut". And so here's my neighbor, in the house with Helmut's widow. Don't get stupid, how many 20-somethings go for 50-somethings?

    Anyhow, it started as little noises and progressively got worse. I forget all the details, but everything culminated one night when he's in his room studying and he hears a noise and "feels a presence".

    He gets all goosebumpy and yells out if anyone is in the house. No answer.

    All of a sudden the door to his room starts to slowly creak open. Barely able to talk, my neighbor says, "Helmut, if that's you, don't show yourself, because I think I'm about to die..."

    At that moment, "the presence" left, and nothing ever bothered him again.

  • Nommad said... (original post)

    roflmao

    My parents thought it was crazy too. lol Especially since that guy was a scientist.

  • I posted this on the old board, and it's still one of the scariest moments I've ever experienced. It was a while back when I was attending a well-known university in Chicago. I was driving out to see my gf who lived about 2/3 hours away from the city. Well, I was basically in the middle of nowhere, on a very long and straight road, when my car crapped out on me. I tried to start it a few times but I essentially knew nothing about engines or how to fix one. So I called AAA to send a tow truck. I was only able to give them the road I was on and the most recent crossroad I had passed, since there was literally nothing but corn fields and telephone lines around me.

    Well, about 5 min after I called AAA, I saw an old pickup truck driving towards me from the direction that I was headed. After it finally past me, the driver stopped and pulled off to the side of the road. At this point it all kind of reminded me of the film The Strangers, because there were 3 people in the truck. The driver, a woman and another male passenger. After like a minute of sitting there, the driver came out and starting walking towards my car. The thing that struck me as odd was that the two passengers in the truck just sat there, facing forward so I couldn't see their faces, throughout the ENTIRE time. They never once turned their heads or moved an inch.

    So the driver, a rather big guy (6 foot 4 I'd say) walked up to my car and started knocking on my window, asking if I needed help. I told him I was fine but he kept knocking. I said to him that a tow truck was on its way. Then he started to grab the door handle to open the door, but thankfully I had locked it when I saw him coming. Something just didn't feel right. I was like, what are you doing man? I said I'm fine. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped pulling at the door handle, and paused for a second. He looked both directions down the road and it seemed like he was hesitating about something. Then he muttered one word.. and this is what scared me the most... at barely a whisper, he said "lucky..." I could barely make out what he said at the time. Then he stared at me for like a good 15 seconds, went back to his truck, and drove off. But instead of driving down the road, in the direction he was headed, he drove back the way they CAME. The road was a good 1-2 miles long. I never understood why he would drive that far down the road to my car, if he wasn't intending to pass by.

  • ^ Sounds like you almost became a ghost.

  • Found this online - photo taken at Small Planet in East Lansing

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  • JMCSpartan08

    Minnie said... (original post)

    Found this online - photo taken at Small Planet in East Lansing

    Aren't you in a spiritual cult or something?

    I bet you guys summon demons and shit all the time by accident. You have to have some good stories for us.

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  • JMCSpartan08 said... (original post)

    Aren't you in a spiritual cult or something?

    I bet you guys summon demons and shit all the time by accident. You have to have some good stories for us.

    lol

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  • PM3Spartan

  • Howler said... (original post)

    I posted this on the old board, and it's still one of the scariest moments I've ever experienced. It was a while back when I was attending a well-known university in Chicago. I was driving out to see my gf who lived about 2/3 hours away from the city. Well, I was basically in the middle of nowhere, on a very long and straight road, when my car crapped out on me. I tried to start it a few times but I essentially knew nothing about engines or how to fix one. So I called AAA to send a tow truck. I was only able to give them the road I was on and the most recent crossroad I had passed, since there was literally nothing but corn fields and telephone lines around me.

    Well, about 5 min after I called AAA, I saw an old pickup truck driving towards me from the direction that I was headed. After it finally past me, the driver stopped and pulled off to the side of the road. At this point it all kind of reminded me of the film The Strangers, because there were 3 people in the truck. The driver, a woman and another male passenger. After like a minute of sitting there, the driver came out and starting walking towards my car. The thing that struck me as odd was that the two passengers in the truck just sat there, facing forward so I couldn't see their faces, throughout the ENTIRE time. They never once turned their heads or moved an inch.

    So the driver, a rather big guy (6 foot 4 I'd say) walked up to my car and started knocking on my window, asking if I needed help. I told him I was fine but he kept knocking. I said to him that a tow truck was on its way. Then he started to grab the door handle to open the door, but thankfully I had locked it when I saw him coming. Something just didn't feel right. I was like, what are you doing man? I said I'm fine. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped pulling at the door handle, and paused for a second. He looked both directions down the road and it seemed like he was hesitating about something. Then he muttered one word.. and this is what scared me the most... at barely a whisper, he said "lucky..." I could barely make out what he said at the time. Then he stared at me for like a good 15 seconds, went back to his truck, and drove off. But instead of driving down the road, in the direction he was headed, he drove back the way they CAME. The road was a good 1-2 miles long. I never understood why he would drive that far down the road to my car, if he wasn't intending to pass by.

    So did the tow truck come?

  • RBW Spartan

    Holy shit. That's terrifying. Did you call the police ?

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  • Great stranger story....

    If true, and idea was to harm you- why do you think he didn't come back and bust window? Tow truck?

    "a well known university in Chicago" ???? WTF wouldn't u just name it???

  • SeeRockCity

    I was young.

    Probably about 10 and sleeping at my cousins. Small Lansing bungalow, long, long ago.

    My cousin and I argued about who would get the bed (he and I both wanted to give it up to be nice), I finally capitulated as I was the guest and climbed in looking forward to cartoons in the morning.

    Some time in the middle of the night, I woke up (I think) to see my cousin kneeling by the bed looking at me. It was dark, I couldn't see him all the well, but I called his name a couple of times thinking he was playing a joke but no answer, just standing/kneeling there staring. Finally, I reached out to bop him and my hand passed right through. The image disappeared but I stayed up the rest of the night under the covers shaking. Did not go back to sleep, one of the worst nights of my life.

    Might have been sleep walking, might have been dreaming who knows.

    Don't post poop!

  • Alright, I'll bite. I have two stories, both of which I remember vividly and still creep me out to think about. I'm sure my stories will be mocked by the people that don't believe in that stuff, but I swear by them. For the record, I've never been an overly strong believer in ghosts.

    One night, when I was maybe like 8 or 9, a buddy and I were playing upstairs in my house. Playing explorer or something, we decided to leave all the lights off in the upstairs and go explore. We walked down the hall, exploring all the rooms in the dark. Its a long hallway with a slight turn at the end that leads to a bathroom and the final bedroom. The bathroom has a skylight in it. We rounded the corner and there was a huge dog laying in the doorway of the bathroom. The moonlight shining thru the skylight made it perfectly visible to us. Enormous black dog. Laying there with its paws crossed, its head laying on its paws. Looked like an overgrown Rottweiler. Vicious looking mofo. Didn't really react to our presence. Shifted its head slightly and glanced at us and that was it. Eyes were the deepest black I'd ever seen with a hint of red. My buddy and I took off, hauling ass downstairs to where my parents were, almost tripping over my dog (which confirmed that it wasn't my dog that we saw in the bathroom). We both remember it vividly and discuss it from time to time. Both swear by the story. Not sure why we saw a dog, but there are stories of others seeing these "hellhounds". Doesn't sound like the scariest story when I write it out, but it still freaks me out to this day. The upstairs is a balcony that overlooks the main living room. As you enter the front door, you can look up and straight down the turned part of the hall leading to that bathroom. To this day, looking up at that hallway is still the first thing I do when I walk in the house. I'm convinced I will see that thing just staring at me.

    Story 2: One night, probably age 13 or 14, I was laying downstairs watching TV at about 2 am or so. The couch is set up so I can see the TV, or roll over and look into the kitchen which has a door leading into the living room. I'm watching TV and roll over. I'm just staring blankly into the kitchen, thinking about whatever, when a man walks into the kitchen from the living room. He walked, almost gliding (like the runners in NCAA 12 where they are doing the running motion but are more or less gliding across the field). The man walked over to the table we have in the kitchen and looked down at something on the table. Creeped out, and in hopes that it was just my dad, I said "uhmm...dad?". The man abruptly looked up, as if startled by me, then vanished. I freaked the fuck out. I didn't tell anyone about it. A few weeks later I got home from school and was talking to my mom. She was telling me how just a few minutes earlier she thought she saw a ghost. She was in the kitchen cooking when she said she felt like someone was behind her. She said she turned around just in time to see a man basically glide out of the kitchen into the living room. She followed him out the door and by the time she turned the corner, he was no longer there. This creeped me out because it essentially confirmed my encounter with whoever the heck this guy was. I haven't seen him since, nor has my mom as far as I know. But that was seriously freaky.

    Also, I hate when dogs are laying there at night and suddenly perk up real quick and stare intently into the dark. It scares the living shit outta me. Makes you wonder what is right there that we cannot see.

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  • Minnie said... (original post)

    Found this online - photo taken at Small Planet in East Lansing

    Wtf is the small planet? Where is this bar? Graduated in 07.

  • Youngin. It was a bar in el for years. Relocated 3xs I think.

  • SpartanGuard

    Why am I reading this thread right before bed??????

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    "This was a great Spartan day." --Walter Adams | Before you ask, yes, I am a girl.

  • Ok, tag for when it's not 11:30pm.

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  • GoRightThru4MSU said... (original post)


    One night, when I was maybe like 8 or 9, a buddy and I were playing upstairs in my house. Playing explorer or something, we decided to leave all the lights off in the upstairs and go explore. We walked down the hall, exploring all the rooms in the dark. Its a long hallway with a slight turn at the end that leads to a bathroom and the final bedroom. The bathroom has a skylight in it. We rounded the corner and there was a huge dog laying in the doorway of the bathroom. The moonlight shining thru the skylight made it perfectly visible to us. Enormous black dog. Laying there with its paws crossed, its head laying on its paws. Looked like an overgrown Rottweiler. Vicious looking mofo. Didn't really react to our presence. Shifted its head slightly and glanced at us and that was it. Eyes were the deepest black I'd ever seen with a hint of red. My buddy and I took off, hauling ass downstairs to where my parents were, almost tripping over my dog (which confirmed that it wasn't my dog that we saw in the bathroom). We both remember it vividly and discuss it from time to time. Both swear by the story. Not sure why we saw a dog, but there are stories of others seeing these "hellhounds". Doesn't sound like the scariest story when I write it out, but it still freaks me out to this day. The upstairs is a balcony that overlooks the main living room. As you enter the front door, you can look up and straight down the turned part of the hall leading to that bathroom. To this day, looking up at that hallway is still the first thing I do when I walk in the house. I'm convinced I will see that thing just staring at me.

    I am just imagining you living in the huge mansion from the Resident Evil 1 game.

    And the truck story was terrifying and i remember it from the old board. Seriously, that would just be the worst time.

  • Dendrobates

    I remember posting this on the old board before, but I'll post it again.

    It's was in the middle of a sunny summer day, and I was walking upstairs to my bedroom. Once you reach the top of the stairs, you can see a mirror at the end of the hallway. As I was walking down the hallway right before I turned to my bedroom I looked in the mirror. Standing behind me in the mirror was my great grandpa who had died 8 years before then, and he was wearing a military uniform. I saw him clear as day for a few seconds, just standing there. I turned around and saw nothing, and there was nothing in the mirror. The other weird thing about it, is that I told my grandparents about it, and they said he was never in the military. Never saw him again, but it's something I can't explain.

  • Well since I did start this thread I guess I better add my own story.

    I and four other friends rented a house on Stoddard Street (between E. Grand River and Albert) our junior year at MSU. The house was set a slight distance back than the other houses as I recall. It was a two story house with three rooms upstairs. Shortly after moving in we all experienced things missing (text books, note books, calculators) that we all attributed to someone among us playing a joke. The items would eventually turn up but often times in the oddest places.

    One night I awoke to the sound of a very eerie, and labored breathing that seemed to be coming from outside my room, on the outside of the house. As noted the rooms were all upstairs, and two of the bedrooms had access to the roof the covered a portion of the first floor. I just figured it was my housemates screwing with me and making noise. I got up and crept to the window expecting to surprise whoever it was, but to my surprise there was no one outside. The sound become more intense and I was getting really pissed at whoever was making the noise because it was the middle of the night and I was tired and just wanted to sleep. In my frustration I opened the door to my room and shouted at the top of my lungs, "Quit F#CKING with me!" Quickly my other housemates came out of their rooms, but the breathing sound continued, and every one of us heard it.

    The guys I shared the house with were all hunters and we had an assortment of weapons, so we grabbed what we had and headed out into the backyard of the house thinking we would either catch the culprit or discover a raccoon or some other animal making the noise. There was nothing.

    When we all re-entered the house the breathing sound was still quite audible, and as we headed back up the stairs the breathing sound suddenly stopped. We never discovered what it was but we all decided that this sound plus each of us having experienced things missing and eventually showing up in places we would have never left those items (inside the oven or refrigerator, on window sills in different rooms etc.) that the house was haunted and then affectionately gave it the name, Stoddard Street Ghost. Strange things continued throughout the year we lived there and again we attributed it to some unknown entity.

    Okay, I tell you that story to set up this one.

    The summer after our junior year I and two of the other housemates remained at MSU to take summer classes. It was fourth of July weekend and myself and one of the other guys went home to spend the holiday with our families. The lone remaining housemate stayed in East Lansing as he had a job at a local store and had to work. This is the story he told after we returned that weekend. He had finished working his shift on Friday night/Saturday morning and got home around 3 AM. He had already made arrangements with another friend to go out to one of the local bars Saturday night. He told his friend that he would leave the front door unlocked so that he could let himself in because he probably would still be sleeping until after noon that day. At some point my housemate was awoke to the sound of the front door opening. Thinking that it was his friend he didn't feel the need to get up and acknowledge his presence. He then heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. He heard the doorknob to his room rattle and the door slowly open. Thinking that it was his friend who was going to scare his awake he decided to act as if he was still asleep and try and do the opposite. He could hear the footsteps approach his bed before they stopped and he could feel the corner of the bed sink as if someone was sitting on the edge. He waited a second or two before he quickly rolled over and shouted. There was no one there, but he said he could clearly see the indentation as if someone was still sitting on the edge of his bed. He said he exited the room and quickly ran down the stairs. He waited downstairs until his friend arrived later that afternoon before venturing back upstairs.
    He said the experience really freaked him out.

    In the two years I lived in that house I can honestly say that I experienced the same exact dream while I was asleep of being run over by a car. This dream occurred approximately the same month each time (August) and resulted in me sustaining bumps and bruises on my arms, legs and chest as if I had been hit by something.

    This post has been edited 3 times, most recently by Spartan4ever 3 years ago