About 7 years ago my husband and I and our two boys bought
our very first home in a town called Belding. Our boys
were 5 years old and our youngest was just a baby. On our
first day there we moved in furniture and fenced in our
back yard. The house was considered town and so our
mailbox was on the back side of the house and our mail was
hand delivered. Well, we spent all of that first day
mainly in the backyard putting up fence. Matter of fact my
husband used his trucks headlights to finish the last of
it.
We realized during the day that we had fenced in our
mailbox so that it couldn't be reached by the postman. So
we were discussing where to move it to when I decided (for
what ever reason) to check the inside of the box. Inside
it were two postcards. BUT, they were stamped with the
year of 1911. Some of the writing was readable but most of
it wasn't. We both were confused on how they had gotten
there because we had been in the yard all day. Plus, the
mail doesn't deliver that year anymore:)
So the next day I called the previous owners to see if
they knew anything about them. She stated that her husband
had put them in there the day we moved in. He had found
them in the house years ago under a built in cabinet. She
said he thought we might like to have them. Problem was,
her husband wasn't there that day we moved in. Her
daughter was there removing a couple of last items that
belonged to her. But she was in the house, so if she had
the postcards, she would have just gave them to us or left
then inside. It would have been stupid to go out back and
put them in the mailbox.
We thought it to be pretty strange, but like so many other
people do, we just let it go. We kept them in the house in
our filing cabinet, me thinking they may be worth
something someday.
This house was over a hundred years old at the time and
had three bedrooms and a sun porch that had been built onto
the back of the house. One BR was down with the other two
being upstairs. You had to walk through one BR upstairs to
get to the other, which I'll call the back room. At first
we put our room downstairs and our 5 yr. olds was the
first room up then our baby's in the back room. This back
room was always cold. But once again, I didn't think
anything of it. Our baby would wake several times in the
night and I would rush upstairs to feed, change and rock
him till he settled in again.
My husband always left for work very early and it would
still be dark outside. So sometimes I would get feeling
creepy as I sat there and rocked him. But chalked it up to
my imagination and being so tired. After a short time we
decided to move our baby from the back room into the room
with his brother, thinking that maybe it was a little too
chilly for him in the back room. When we did this we
closed the door to the back room and didn't use it. That's
when strange things started to happen.
Both of our boys would wake us up in the middle of the
night with a blood curdling scream, at the SAME time. Now
if you have children you know how you feel if your child
cries cause he is hurt or scared or hungry etc. And it
breaks your heart to hear them cry like that. But this was
very different. It was like no crying I had ever heard
before. It set my veins to ice and I would be trying to go
up the stairs so fast that I was actually using both my
hands and feet to climb them. Those screams put the fear
of terror in me when I heard them. I just can't express
how horrible they were.
But when we would get to the room, neither would be hurt,
physically. But both would have tears streaming down their
cheeks and their faces would be super red from screaming
so hard. It still bothers me to this day what they
may have witnessed in that room that we didn't. I feel
like I failed to protect them from something horrible.
After being questioned A LOT, our oldest said that "He"
kept pinching him and it hurt. But he didn't mean his
baby brother. Who by the way was still in a crib and
couldn't walk yet. But when we checked them over there
were never any bruises.
Then other little things began. The basement light would
never stay off. It was a old earth like basement and
creepy. I can remember before we moved in we would ride by
there a lot on our way to a friends house and that basement
light would always be on. We had already bought the house
at that time. I couldn't imagine why the young woman who
lived there would leave it on like that. Especially when
the rest of the house would be dark.
Our ceiling fan in the dining room went crazy on us. It
would be going in one direction and then stop and go the
other way. One night my husband and I were up late
watching TV in the living room. The sun porch I mention
earlier was built off of the living room. But they had
left the original door of the house intact. So, you had to
open the heavy wooden door with a dead bold before you
could go to the sunporch. Well that night everything was
locked up and all of a sudden this door just FLUNG itself
open. It had been locked and dead bolted at the time.
My husband and I just looked at each other and I said "go
close the door dear" and he said"no way, you go close the
door". :) Well he did end up closing it.
It got to the point where you just felt this presence
around you alot. The boys were still screaming at night,
but neither Craig or I were effected. Finally a friend of
ours whom we hadn't seen for quite awhile because of her
working 2nd shift told us something that really scared us.
She said she was driving home from work one night and the
time was around midnight. She had picked up her little
girl from the babysitter. Her little girl looked up
towards our oldest's BR window when they were going by and
told her mom that our son was looking out the window.
Well the mom stopped the car and leaned over so she could
see, and sure enough she said our son was pulling back the
curtains and looking out at them. Major chills here...We
didn't have curtains at those window. We had a shade. We
knew without doubt, that they had not seen our son.
I put a for sale by owner sign in the front yard.
The last straw had been when we moved the boys to our
room downstairs. Some of the toys were still up, and if
they wanted one I would go and get it. Our oldest wanted a
toy one night and wanted to go with me. So the two of us
went to his room. I had him start down the stairs in front
of me on our way down. He was half way down when all of a
sudden (I was looking right at him when this happened)
his back arched forward as if someone had pushed him in
the back, and he flew threw the air and landed on the
floor at the bottome of the stairs. When he landed he
landed on his back with his neck bent back under him. But
thank the Lord he wasn't hurt. I knew though that he had
been pushed. If he had slipped on his own he would have
fallen, not flew through the air with force.
Sometime after the house was sold I got a phone call from
the new owners. She wanted to know if we had had any
strange things happen while we were there. Before I told
her about us, I asked her what had happened to her. She
said that they had a baby girl and she would scream all
night as if something was hurting her. I asked where her
room was, and they said upstairs. She also told me that
the basement light wouldn't stay turned off, and that one
day she went outside to take the garbage out when she
heard her daughter start to scream. When she went to go
back in the house the door shut and locked itself from
inside. She couldn't get in. So she went to the neighbors
and called the police. They came and no one was inside.
Later that week, she was locked out again, and the police
came a second time and were not to friendly about it until
they found out that the door had been dead bolted from the
inside.
I told her to leave, and then my story. They sold also. I
don't know what has happened there since, but rumors float
around now about the place being haunted. I have since
decided to research the history of the home and land. If
anyone out there can give me any pointers on where to
begin, it would be appreciated.
I forgot to mention that one of the scariest things I
experienced there at that house, was the fact that my
husband was scared also. He is not the type to squirm
easily. Also, I wonder, what the postcards could have had
to do with all of this? Hmmm? I still have them. On them
is a note about a childs death. But you can't make out all
of it.
Thanks for reading.
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