I just moved to Traverse City not too long ago, maybe two
years. Traverse City is and isn't like your normal town.
It can be boring and then it can not be. I like to do my
own adventures from time to time. Just go around empty
houses and say that there are ghosts living in that house
right now. OK and on with my experience.
I still live
with my dad and we just moved into this house maybe two or
more years ago. It was unfinished, like the lower half
wasn't finished yet. As a result of living with my dad I
sleep in the unfinished part of the house.
One night when I was sleeping, I was craving for music to listen to but
it was out in my car. I can't sleep without any music or
at least a radio on, I can't have a radio on because my
parents sleep right above me. So, I just tough it out.
While I was laying there I heard this high pitched
buzzing noise around the whole room. I didn't know what
it was, it couldn't be a bug because the sound was
traveling way to fast for a bug to travel also it was in
the middle of winter. Both of my parents were sleeping at
the time. I just couldn't put my finger on the sound, it
scared me half to death. I lay in my bed with covers over
my eyes, listening to this shrieking sound around the
room. Maybe an hour later I fall asleep and it never
happened again.
I get this feeling that someone is
watching me or is with me. I've had that feeling for most
of my life, or what I can remember. While I type in the
basement I can feel some one's eyes on my back. In the
bathroom up stairs is a mirror, a pretty good size
mirror. On the mirror is scratch marks that looks like
some one did but it looks like the marks are on the
other side of the mirror and no one, or that I know of, has
taken it down.
Also in Traverse City is a state hospital which is closed
down now and abandoned. There are about 10 buildings for
this hospital, each having a different name or building
name (example: women's dining room).
One night, in the summer, a friend and I went around the hospital just too
look what it looks like up close. I suggested we get out
of the car and get an even closer look. There were some
houses that they had that were used for doctors to stay in
from out of town or nurseries. My friend was telling me
stories about each building. She told me once that a
couple of friends of her's decided to stay inside one
night. Each of them didn't want to stay there any longer
because they heard people talking from some of the rooms,
they felt like some one or many people were there in that
same room with them. My friend told me that many people
had died in the hospital. Some parts were actually a asylum, there is even an underground passage connected to
every building in the area. So if your ever in TC, check
out the place, it is so beautiful on the outside and even
better in the dark.
This is my last one, this was really bad. Before I move
to Traverse City, I lived in Clarkston about an hour North
of Detroit. We moved into this house that had it all, a
huge basement, 2 or more living rooms, and a pool bigger
than the house itself. My uncle used to live with us and
at that time my brother and I slept in the same room.
He
wasn't one of those people that if you felt more than one
person in the room you'd go tell your mom or dad but if I
did he'd come as fast as I did because he knew.
Anyways, one night like around 2 or 3 in the morning, I woke up to
a whistle in my closet. Now it could have been many
things, I know like one of our toys, or video games was
still on but we didn't keep anything in out closet except
our clothes. I didn't know what it was and I didn't care
to know. I didn't go running from more, it really didn't
bother me until it got stronger and then it faded and then
got stronger again. After a while it stopped. Then I
feel back to sleep. I asked my brother, the next morning,
if he woke up to any noise he said he wasn't in the room
at all.
A year later, my uncle moved out with his daughter, so that left two open rooms in the basement. My
brother got my uncle's old room and I got my cousin's.
Through the whole time I was living in that house I felt
an evil feeling coming from my closet. I didn't like to
have it open or shut, I didn't sleep in my room that
much. The feeling was too evil for me. It could just be
me. It was one of those rooms in the deepest darkest
corners of the basement, where you have to turn two
corners to get to the door. I remember shutting my closet
doors one night for a test to see if I liked it open or
shut or half and half. I had it shut when I went to bed
but the next morning it was open. I woke up before
anybody else got up like around 5am. I hated that room.
I tried telling my parents and my brother but they don't
believe me unless they have proof.
Well, you probably just think I'm a scardy cat and I'm
just afraid of every room I live in. If you do or you
have any feelings you'd like to tell me please email me,
I'd really like to know what you think.
Contact me here: clarkston2@hotmail.com
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