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Categories: basement, bathroom, park, family, man
I moved into our first home in Lincoln Park, Michigan in 1996. At first I thought being unfamiliar with my new surroundings was making me jumpy, but soon I was to learn that ''it was not just me''. My boyfriend at the time and I had a beautiful Chow Chow (the dog is said to ward off evil spirits). Well, our dog would go down to the basement landing, and freak out sometimes which I can say scared the heck out of me. Then other times she would jump up out of a dead sleep and run toward the landing and jump into the air as if to attack. I told Ken about this many times, and he said I was making the dog nervous by me being scared all the time.
One summer night Ken was sleeping upstairs and started yelling ''bring me the flashlight''. I grabbed it and ran upstairs to give it to him. When I handed it to him he just stood there in the dark. ''Here,'' I said forcing it toward him when I heard his voice say from the bed ''well, bring it here!'' Needless to say, I threw it in the direction of the bed and ran away. Later that same summer the next door neighbor had given us a large picture to hang in the living room. It was a heavy picture, an oil of flowers with a large frame that had its own spot light attached on the top. I did not want such a nice gift to fall so I used a large bolt and screwed into the wall's stud as a mount. Ken and I were having a conversation about the house and how I thought it was haunted. ''No way is this house haunted!'' He said just as the bulb in the pictures spot light exploded. It was not turned on. ''Ha!!'' I said feeling smug. Again Ken expressed how this was just a coincidence, when the picture we had on another wall across the room slammed down on the floor. Upon examination, the large nail in that wall was not bent over at all.
After years of these kinds of things happening daily I decided to start asking all my neighbors if these kinds of things had happened to them. Every one said ''yes'' and eagerly told me their stories. The oldest person I talked to told me that this end of Lincoln Park was an Indian burial ground, and that is why he believes the area is so haunted. I went to the Lincoln Park Historical Society and found he was right. Many Indian artifacts had been found near the creek at the end of my street. I believe my street is the most haunted street in all of Lincoln Park, Michigan.
Submitted by Elizabeth |
Comment by Lisa: Where is this house at in Lincoln Park I'm just wondering because I've had similar experiences too.
Comment by Christina: Where in Lincoln Park is this? Did it happen to be on Goddard Rd. In the fourth apartment building on the left side?.
Categories: home, voices, lights, park, dogs
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