As long as I can remember most of my family is able to see, hear, feel, and speak to sprits that were left behind in this world.
Well years and years of moving when my dad was a child with his parents and six siblings they finally moved into their dream home, on the Milwaukee south side in the 1960's. After they moved in that is when weird occurrences began to happen. When exploring the home they found a cubby hole that lead from room to room, while in the process of searching they found a child sized coffin, but after opening it was empty.
Days weeks and months went on they began to find sprits that were left behind; the first was the man in the basement, who repeats his death over and over again. While doing laundry in the basement there was a knock that was almost violent after opening the door to the stranger, who happened to be an apparition pushed his way past my grandmother to a hanging rope and hung himself. Even up until her death she could not bear the sight of him hanging, her children and grandchildren would have to go down the stairs to do the laundry and to get food out of her chest freezer.
The next ghost to be discovered was the little girl who wondered the second floor. When my uncle was ill he was in his bedroom and he saw a little girl come up to him and take a blanket and cover him, every day until he was better. Once he became well and ventured down stairs to his family asking whose little girl was that, he described her but his mother; my Grandmother replied there is no little girl here besides your sisters. Over again and again when every person was taken ill and to their rooms that is when each person viewed the little girl helping them.
Later my dad discovered the "Woman in White" after getting home late one night he went into the bathroom, and heard some noise, coming from the room off from the living room, worried since that room was unoccupied he went out of the bathroom where he saw a woman in white gliding across the floor, she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up with a painful face of sorrow. My dad still watching saw her go into the now known pantry, and a cracking sound was made he ran over to see nothing but a rope swinging back and forward.
In my grandmothers room there was a ghost who sat on the rocking chair and watched as people slept. Once after my grandmother had surgery and both of her wrists were in cast, and my Grandfather smacked her one night after being drunk and going to sleep suddenly my grandfather felt a sharp smack across his face, as a shock he opened his eyes and saw a man standing above him and continuously beat him. In the morning my Grandmother woke up and saw my Grandpa lying on the floor bruised and bloody, after that night he never drank or laid a hand on my Grandmother again.
Lastly the final ghost left from the previous owners was an infant. In the middle of the night when I was a child sleeping over in the guest room suddenly a piercing cry of a baby was heard coming from down in the basement. Everyone in the house woke up to go down the stairs even my grandmother scared of the basement and her experience with seeing the man hang himself she went down all of us saw the baby with a plastic bag over its head in the work room. Still hearing the piercing cry we just stood there in awe not knowing if it was a dream until the next morning when we awoke.
Years later my family began their own generation of ghost and sprits that never left that home. When my great grandma was taken ill she moved in with my grandma until the end of her life she stayed in the living room, after her death everyone kept hearing her calling out for help still until this day you can hear her call your name. Later my grandpa was taken ill and was moved into the same room and died and you can see him go into the living room and sit on his rocking chair smoking his cigarettes and if you are watching any cartoon he turns the channel to a sport channel.
After his death my grandma became ill and was moved into the same room, and died. Even today you can walk into their home and see her sitting at the dinning room table with a cup of coffee and toast with peanut butter. Even when no one makes toast or coffee you'll always see the coffee brewing, and the smell of toast being made. Afterwards my aunt died in the same room, every time you walk past that room you'll see on of four people. After living in that house my uncle fell ill after he was 54 years old he moved in with my family and died in our guest room. After his death our family decided it was time to move on to another house, and sell it to another family.
The house still hasn't be sold yet so my cousin resides in it, and I am one of those people who takes their dog every where with them my dog can't even enter the house I have to carry him in the home. But where ever some one dies my dog goes insane barks, constantly and finally yelps and runs into my arms, and hides his head into my chest. I honestly can't wait until the house sells; I think that it is the house that holds many sprits that are unhappy, and illness.