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From a Visitor in Michigan
I used to live in Ohio, Dayton to be exact. The house I am speaking of is on a street named Catalpa. This is a rental unit and so the exact address is non-published due to the current tenants privacy. The house is also a Duplex.
If you face the house from the street, my dwelling was on the right hand side. This neighborhood had seen plenty of violence from the earliest days of prohibition up til the present.
An ex girlfriend and I had moved into the house as it was reasonable in rental cost and close to the local grocery store. I had NO idea why...yet.
A sheriff's deputy for an adjoining county lived in the other half of this duplex with his wife and children. The kids were all well behaved and the deputy and his wife were good solid people and not into prankish shenanigans.
When we had first moved we noticed nothing strange. I am the inquisitive sort and so I went exploring into the half basement below the duplex. As I went down the stairs I noticed some boards nailed over a cubbyhole. It looked as if whoever had nailed it up had done it in a hurry.
I got out a pry bar and pulled the boards loose. Inside I found a pair of ladies shoes dating back to the early 1800's. Also there was a painting of a woman who appeared to be of some wealth and stature due to the way she was dressed in the painting.
One other thing was found in the cubbyhole. A knife that was very old and slightly rusted had been wrapped in a leather pouch of sorts. About 2 weeks after I opened the cubbyhole some weird things began to happen.
The front door, which I bolted securely at night, would be unlocked and open. After checking things out nothing was missing and there was no sign of anyone having been inside.
The duplex had an upstairs with a narrow hallway. At the top of the stairs and to the left was the master bedroom. On the wall aside from it was the door to a smaller bedroom. If you turned right at the top of the stirs you would enter the bathroom. To the right of that was the doorway to a third bedroom.
When we would go to bed at night and turn off the lights we would IMMEDIATELY hear 2 people quietly talking to each other but we couldn't make out the words. The sounds of people walking up and down the stairs would accompany this.
One night I woke up to someone pulling the blanket off our bed. When my eyes adjusted to the dim light I saw something that froze me where I was. The head of a young boy, maybe 4 or 5, was hovering at the foot of the bed. The look on his face was calm and expressionless. I got my nerve and said, "Who are you?" With that the head faded and disappeared.
Things started to grow in intensity to the point where books and newspapers would be pulled from the hands of whichever of the 2 of us had been holding it. Lights would go on and off by themselves and you could smell something like meat or garbage rotting.
We became accustomed to all of this until one day when my ex was in the basement doing the laundry and came screaming up the stairs. She was pale and shaking and on the verge of tears. After she calmed down she told me that while putting clothes in the washer she heard a male voice say, "Hey, leave that alone". She said the basement instantly felt like the inside of a walk-in freezer and then she felt someone shove her against the washer. At that, she lost it and came tearing up the stairs.
What prompted us to move out was one night we were watching some late night TV upstairs and decided to order pizza. As it got close to the time for the pizza to arrive I told my ex that I was going downstairs to wait for it. As I went down the stairs I heard someone following me. When I looked behind me no one was there. This continued all the way down the stairs. I got down to the bottom and went to the sofa to sit down (this part chills me even as I write this). I decided I had had enough and quietly told WHATEVER it was that I don't believe it was real and to give me some proof. I got my answer right away. The sound was tremendous but didn't even so much as vibrate the windows. It sounded as if someone had taken a giant fist and slammed it on the roof of the house!!
I couldn't move. I was even afraid to breathe. I felt that if I were to move something would make its presence known in the physical sense and I did NOT want to see that. Shortly after that my B.P. skyrocketed again when the pizza delivery person knocked on the door. When I answered he immediately asked me if I was ok because I looked pale and nervous. I passed it off as watching too much sci fi TV, paid him, and took the pizza back upstairs.
I asked my ex if she had heard any loud noises and she said no but the TV went off and on several times at one point while I was downstairs.
The next day I went over to the deputy's half and asked his wife if she had dropped anything or if something had broken the night before. She had told me that none of them were even home until around 8 A.M. that very morning!!
We moved out 3 days later and never went back.
Upon researching the house, I had found that THIS house had been part of a larger one in the early 1800's. Sifting through local newspaper archives revealed only a nondescript report of a death of mysterious circumstances in the area in 1829. The person who died was not named except that she was quite wealthy and that her fiancé was nowhere to be found after the body was found.
I swear on my mother's life that this account is true.
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