I say ghosts, but I say it loosely, for there is no other way to describe them.
A few friends of mine, and my now ex husband had all bought a house together (side note, this is a BAD idea), it was an old fixer upper that we all thought we could make some money off of. It sits in the center of Grand Rapids and is an old farm house, one of the oldest in the neighborhood. Below the houses in the neighborhood sit abandoned and sealed salt mines. This we found out long after we bought it.
It started one evening, after a long night at the bar (where we all worked), we where having one of our heated arguments on bills and what have you and tensions where high, which in my oppinion is what spawned the beginning of this. We all walked into the house and through the entry that divided the living room from the dining room, and as we passed through we all stopped, one at a time. A silence fell over us all and a chill that I will never forget seeped deep into my blood. I felt as if I had actually been violated. I could read the others expressions, each of us not wanting to say what we had felt. An uneasy laughter caught us all. I looked at Pat, my ex and asked him what he felt. He described the chilling eerie feeling that he had gotten when walking through the entry way. We all nodded. Then began to joke, as people tend to do when frightened, about our new ghost. But this was no Casper. This was pure evil, you could feel it.
Later that evening when we all retired, I led the way up the stairs, Pat close behind and the other couple behind him. We hit about mid way up the stairs and someone, we still don't know who, let out an earsplitting scream, the kind that make you jump in horror flicks. We all fairly flew the remaining way up the stairs. It was not until the following morning that we compared notes on the feelings we had on the stairs. It was the same as below, with a small difference. The one downstairs was frightening but we felt no physical threat, the one on the stairs however made you not want to walk down the stairs at all, as if it could push you down them at any moment.
Other events included odd oily writing on the upstairs wall of a bedroom, that seemed to come and go, but the words where the same, never did we figure out what they were. And a pentagram that hung on the wall of the same room would turn upside down ( for those non-wiccan, a pentagram with 1 point up is considered a good symbol, 2 points up is considered satanic, wiccans do NOT use it 2 points up and this one was always hung 1 point up...get the point?). During the heaviest points of this haunting, when things where very active I suffered from a month long migrane and others has varying maladies that where out of the norm.
This continued on until day I moved out. I was the last to leave. The other couple ended up divorced shortly after moving out, and the same happened with my ex and I when we remained. He moved out and I stayed. Oddly after everyone had moved out and only my children and I remained the haunting seemed to slow down to almost nothing.
Note from submitter: This house remained empty for over 2 years after it was sold. The new owner has had several problems with the electrical and with the foundation of the house falling in, due to a collapsed cave below it.
Submitted by: Marianna