To let everyone know, this is my first time writing a ghost story.
To start off the story, I was very young (4-5 years old) so I do not remember a lot about what went on in the house. All I know is mostly from research and stories from my mother and grandfather, and a few experiences of my own. What I do know/found out is that the house is located on Byron, Mi-it was built in the 1850's and it was a residential home until the 1920's, then it was a hospital up until the late 1940's early 1950's.Then the house was a old person's home until the late 1960's early 1970's then it went back to being a residential home.
My grandfather bought the place in the late 80's from a couple of elders. The elders told my grandfather that the house was haunted and told him of all the stuff that went on in the house, but he didn't believe them and thought that the elders just lost their minds being in the old house by themselves.
When my grandfather finally moved in, he heard footsteps and banging in the night but just thought that the kids were sneaking out of the house (at the time he was divorced and had three kids living with him, all in high school. Sometimes they would sneak out but those nights were far and few) so when he got up and asked his kids who had sneaked out of them, they all said No (non of the kids ever lied), but he had never believed them, up until all of his kids moved out.
I had asked my mother what she had experienced in the house-she told me that she remembers hearing voices, the stairs creaking, running water (my grandfather once had turned off the main water line to do some plumbing in the basement of the house that is when the heard the running water), footsteps, she also heard the same footsteps on the carpet, babies crying (her room used to be two small rooms, a nursery and a surgery room).
I remember her once telling me that she was in the house alone one night and kept on hearing footsteps, voices, etc. (before I was born and sometime around her marriage in 1991) so she called up my father in the middle of the night to get here. My father at the time was in the Marine Corps and was afraid of nothing. And yet, he got chills down his back the minute he entered the house and said that my mother looked like a ghost herself.
Also, I asked my grandfather what was the scariest experience he ever had in the house. He told me that in the middle of the night he would wake up to a cold draft on the right side of his bed and he felt it move to the left side of his bed (kind of like a person walking around a bed). Then it would stop moving, just stand there, then as quick as it appeared, it disappeared. And that's only the half of it. When the cold draft stopped, he could smell perfume where the cold draft was. He claimed it was the spirit of a woman from the 19th century.
As for me having any experiences all I can remember is my mother and grandfather getting nerves from time to time. I personally never paid much attention to the house but looking back, I always had nerves feeling like my mother and grandfather did, from time to time.
The last few things I will mention are that when my grandfather first bought the house in the late 1980's, he and his kids found a lot of old hospital equipment in the basement and old junk in the attic (what we believe to be Blue/Red military uniforms and lots of old newspapers).
He and his son in the early 1990's found what they believed to be horse bones buried around the house (My uncle and grandfather were tilling a garden). And the last thing I will mention is the house used to be part of the Underground Railroad during the American Civil War.
If you or anyone you know may have any questions or are interested in anymore stories about this house please leave a comment or email me at monroec1992 (at) yahoo.com.
P.S. I love hearing any comment/stories you may have regarding my story and I will happily respond to any of your questions as soon as possible.