It was March of 1992 when my girlfriend and I moved into our first home.  This house was on Elk St. in Newhaven, Michigan.  The house was once owned by a man that had died in the house.  I asked the lady that rented the house to me for information on the home.  She started to tell me as we walked around that a man died in the front bedroom.  The house was built in 1923 and belonged to her older brother till he passed away many years earlier.  I asked how long most people stayed in the house.  She said sometimes 6 months, sometimes a year.  Then I didn’t ask any more.  I needed the house and the price was just right with my monthly budget. 

The first month was quiet and went without incident.  Then things started to happen.  I worked afternoons and didn’t get in until after 11:00PM.  My girlfriend would be sitting up on the couch half asleep waiting for me to get in the door.  I would ask her why she was still up.  Then she would tell me about the unexplained rapping noises upstairs and the orb lights moving across the wall not letting her sleep.  I knew nothing about ghost hunting or ghost hunters.  At this point all I could do is comfort my girlfriend.  Not until I was sleeping in bed during the morning after my girlfriend left for work did I start having the same things happen to me.  This means that they now moved on to haunting me also!

When the ghost started to haunt me this is how it went…  I would get to bed about 1:00 AM.   By the time I would fall asleep it was around 4:00 PM.  I would get up around 7:00 AM to see my girlfriend off to work then head back to bed for a few hours.  This is when the ghost started to make my life hell on earth.   It started out small with the rapping on the walls.  Then it progressed to more things like footsteps on the old wooden front porch.  I would awake and look out the window and there would be no one on the porch.  The ghost kept up the relentless assault for weeks.  The dreams, rappings and ghost poking at us until we awoke kept on going as well.  The voices were the worst.  Both my girlfriend and I would be home at the same time on the weekend when it would be at its worst.  I would be in the basement and she would be upstairs.  Then she would yell down at me and say “What did you say?”  I would yell back up with “I didn’t say anything!”  This happened so many times that we worked out a code.  I would yell out “Hey Sweetie” before I would ask her something and she would say “Hey Baby” before she would ask me something!  That lasted about 2 weeks until the ghost caught on and it started all over again.

Once the ghost started to throw things around and had us both fighting with each other daily, it was time to go.  We told the land lord that we were moving after our six month lease was up.  We didn’t have anywhere to move to at that point but needed to get out of there right away!  Finally we moved in with my girlfriend’s mother.  Did the ghost follow us?  No, once we left that house it all stopped and things got much better in our lives. 

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(submitted by Steve)