In 1991 my parents decided to move our family across the country to a small Northern Michigan town. My dad claims he found the perfect house for us to live in. It was an early 1900's Victorian home. The previous owners did a little remodeling to the home, an addition to the back of the house that held the new kitchen and the green house, a five stall garage was also added to the home.
With the U-haul and our station wagon packed, we headed from California to Michigan. The drive was long and being 7 years old with 3 other siblings in the car, we drove my mother crazy. We turned onto our road and noticed that all the houses seemed old. There were enormous Oak trees lining the road. Our house was the biggest one on the street, and looked the most haunted. The house was a pale yellow with white shutters. The house had a huge wraparound porch, bay windows, and it was huge. The price was steep, but it was the perfect size for our family of six.
My older brother bolted from the car first, running up the front steps, and yelling for someone to get the key to open the door. I grabbed the keys from my dad, and ran for the house. When the front door opened, we entered the foyer, which was a two story room that overlooked the massive wooden staircase leading up to the second floor. The four of us kids darted up the stairs to claim the best bedroom. After we chose our rooms, the moving crew started taking our things to our rooms. The first week, we unpacked our belongings. The house was starting to look more like ours with our furniture in it.
After everything was unpacked is when I started hearing noises. My parents passed them off as the old house settling. Our house in California was newer, so there weren't the usual old house noises. The third week there, I was woken up to a loud thud coming from the hallway outside of my bedroom. I got out of bed to see what it was, only to find nothing. I asked my brothers the next day if they had heard anything, the hadn't. The following night, I was awaken out of a dead sleep after my blankets were ripped from my bed. I yelled for my parents, who came rushing in, and passed it off as a bad dream. Again, my brother's (ages 5, 9, and 13) did not hear anything.
A month had passed without any unusual experiences. Then at breakfast, my 13 year old brother claims that he saw a woman wearing a red blazer and glasses was sitting in his room during the night. He flipped on the lamp, and she vanished. My parents told him to stop watching T.V. at night. A week later, I experienced the same thing, the same woman was sitting on the edge of my bed, humming a lullaby.
My parents did not believe any of this, and claimed that we were making things up because we missed our friends, and we wanted attention. My mother finally believed us when she walked out of the laundry room, and bumped into a man in the hallway. These things became normal for us through the next couple of years.
When I was 12, we had a birthday party for my brother. Their friends all refused to come over due to the haunted house. After I witnessed a man walk through a door, and things started to get out of hand, my mother wanted clues. My older brother who was now 18 and had moved out of the house to go to College, and his girlfriend came to visit over a break. His girlfriend went to use the bathroom, and when we heard a loud scream, we knew something had happened. She came out and said that someone had slapped her across the face, a woman in a red blazer, she didn't know who it was, but she was in the bathroom when she went in there.
After doing research, we found that the family who built the house had 4 boys. The parents and the children were in some sort of accident, and all 4 boys were killed. Later on, the father died in a tragic accident, and the mother, after losing everyone, took her own life.
We have come to believe that the reason why the woman is always in us kids' rooms, humming lullaby's or watching over us, is do to the fact that she is watching out for her "boys..."
The ghosts in our home have come to be a part of us, they are normal, and knowing their names, anytime we see them, which is often, we call them by name. They never respond, and they never harm us. We do hold the best Halloween parties though!