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Denton Road Cemetery Haunted


This cemetary is known to be very haunted. If you go there around 12:00 pm you might hear some strange sounds such as baby's crying and screaming kids. If you take a video camera you might want to watch out because when you take it home you might see some weird stuff!!!! All I have to say is that if you go there......DON'T go ALONE!! - Nikki

Central Michigan University's legends

i heard a few ghost stories while at CMU....the one that i found to be the most intruging was a girl who supposedly commited suicide in the bathroom of her dorm room while her roommates were away for the weekend. according to the story, there have been students who lived in the room since then who moved out after emerging from the shower while their roommates were away to find "help me" writting in the steam on the mirror.

Haunted House in Onsted

In May of 1995 my husband and I purchased an old farm house in Onsted Michigan. While talking to the previous owners they warned that the house was haunted but it never bothered them. I thought either they had an active imagination or if they were ok with the haunting we should be also, so we bought it.  

While transferring my address at the local bank the teller told me I should seriously reconsider moving there since she knew first hand it was haunted. She told me she was there by herself for a few minutes when the previous ownerıs daughter went to a local store. While there she heard heavy footsteps running across the upstairs floor. Knowing there was no one in the house she promptly left and would never stay at that house again. Once again I didnıt give it much thought; I thought it might be neat living in a haunted house.While remodeling, my husband ended up being stranded out there for the night (he left the lights on in the car and the battery died). Having no way of getting a hold of anyone to let them know, He made himself as comfortable as he could for the night. When he was just about asleep he heard a knock on the front door.  Thinking someone was there to take him home he answered but no one was there.  He sat back down and just after he got settled there was a knock on the back door, once again no one was there.            

When we moved in every thing was fine for a few months until it started getting chilly outside and I decided to close the windows. My 2and a half year old son who had always been easy to put to sleep in his own room and who would sleep through the night with no problem, woke us with a blood curdling scream. When we bolted to his room he was under the cover shivering and yelling no more, no more.  Knowing he never liked to have anything covering his face I knew something was really wrong so I pulled the cover down. When I did that he jumped as if he had been shocked. When he realized it was his dad and me he calmed down but refused to sleep in that room for the rest of the year.            

When winter hit we decided to move downstairs and set up a bedroom in our dining room (to conserve heat) which was surrounded by windows. My husband would frequently leave at 3 or 4 in the morning to plow snow for a local landscaping company. One morning my son woke me up asking ³Is that daddy?² I said ³No, daddyıs at work² after a pause and while looking out the window at the approximate height of a man he said ³I donıt like that man he scares me, can I get in bed with you?² Naturally a little freaked out myself I said yes. The next morning I asked him to describe the man to me.  He said he wore a black hat like a cowboy and wore jeans. A few weeks later I ran into the previous owner and described the encounter they told me that was one of the two ghosts they had seen in the house. They told me he was probably one of the former owners who had fallen off the roof and died. They said he was the one I didnıt want to have around. They told me the woman ghost was a lot nicer.           

  Not much happened for a while except that frequently the basement door would come open even though it had a hook and eye lock on it and the appliances in the basement would quit working on a regular basis.  I would never go down there since the dirt floor Michigan basement gave me the creeps. So I would wait with out water or electricity till my husband could get home and fix what ever was wrong. The summer we had another son and we all moved back upstairs. We managed to get our oldest son to sleep back in his room assuring him that his brother was there with him and we were down the hall.  My husband had already gone of to work and I was still asleep when a loud noise woke me up. I assumed it was a tornado. Looking out the window confirmed my belief.  The sky was the pea green color it turns in tornado weather. I donıt know how I made it from the second floor to the basement door as fast as I did, but I managed to do it pulling my now 3 year old along with the baby in my arms.  The stairs going down to the basement were spaced far apart and extremely hard to navigate, so I ended up slipping and falling halfway down.  Luckily the boys were ok and I ended up with a minor gash on my head from hitting the furnace. After the noise quit, I waited a while then ventured upstairs, leaving the boys down in the basement (the three year old holding the baby).  I decided everything was ok and went to the basement to get them. Since I knew I was bleeding I decided to go to my mothers house a few miles away and have her look at it. As soon as we got there my three year old who had been quiet the whole time started telling his version of the morning. He said that while he was down the basement waiting for me to return, the man came to visit and told him if I ever come back to his place in the basement he would do more than just knock me in the head next time. I asked why he didnıt call for me then. He said the woman came and told the man to leave him alone so he went away. That was the last straw we sold the house by September of that year. Shortly after that the new owners demolished it.  I havenıt seen them to ask why. My son also stopped having encounters with ghosts. Terri

Sunfield's Herman the Ghost and Get that Cat off my Back!

We moved into a house in Sunfield, MI in August of 1987. It wan't long before we knew something strange was up. We would get up in the a.m. and find all of our doors open. Our Tv would come on at all hours and even though we shut the dog in the laundry room every night, somehow he would be out when we got up. We decided we had a ghost so my kids and I decided to name him. With no discussion at all we all came up with the name of Herman.

Since he wwasn't mean when something odd would happen we would just say " ok Herman, we know you're here" and things would quiet down for a few days. As Halloween approached we decided to make tombstones for our front yard. We spread out in the kitchen and started working. I had barnwood beams with antique kitchen items hanging above where we were working. It was a cool day so no windows were open. I picked up a 'tombstone' and told the kids I was making one for Herman. As I started painting, my antiques started moving and banging together.As I said no windows were open.

I work with wood and had a room in the back of the house that I worked in. It was not unusual for other peoples shadows to show up as I worked. They just seemed to be in a group talking.Sometimes you would hear conversation, but never really could pick out more than a few words. On another occassion,my husband had left for work. I was still in bed half asleep when I heard his footsteps coming back upstairs. I sat up and looked at the open door expecting him to be coming done the hall to our room. The footsteps stopped at my bedroom door but there was no one there.

Eventually we moved to Lake Odessa. On several occassions, while in bed I felt an animal walk across my back. At first I thought it was my cat, but she was in her bed sleeping. I didn't give it much thought until the night my husband woke me up yelling to get that damn cat off his back. There was nothing there. Recently as I have gotten ready for bed, I have been touched on the shouder by ?. I don't know if this is what your are looking for. My grandmother had the ability to sense ghosts. I have stories from her house also. My youngest son and I seem to be more sensitive to this type of phenomenon than my other kids.. Colette

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