My family has a horse in Marine City, less than two
miles from where the "Morrow Road Hauntings" have been stated to
happen. My parents grew up riding their horses up and down
that road, and many others.
Recently, my mother and I took a ride to the area, and noticed that the road is now paved
and the bridge that was there is gone. We parked down the street a ways, put on our gloves, zipped out coats and
began our walk through the snow.
After crossing the ditch where the bridge used to be, my
chest began to tighten and my heart began to race. I
should also mention that I had not been to the exact spot
before, but since I had recently discovered that I am a
psychic medium, my mother and I decided to venture to
the 'site'.
After we crossed the ditch, we noticed that on both sides
of us were newer houses, but nothing but trees lay ahead.
My mother pointed ahead to where the trees were and
said, "The story says that the land here has never sold
because every time someone would try to build on it, too
many things would go wrong and eventually people gave up."
Although it was almost midnight, the snow seemed to
illuminate the ground fairly well, so we began our walk
down a path and through the woods. I knew we were in the
right area, and getting closer to where the house used to
stand because I could feel a "tingling sensation"
throughout my body--which is typical for me when I
communicate with spiritual entities. We walked for a few
moments, until my mother decided that she was too cold to
go on. So, we turned around and headed back toward the
road.
About ten feet from where the bridge used to be, I lunged
forward, startled. My mother jumped around to look at me
and had a nervous look on her face. "What?!" she said,
anxiously. I was hesitant to tell her why I bolted towards
her, but new that she was not going to believe me if I
tried to brush my sudden movements off. "Um, someone just
tugged on the back of my hair." That was it... she was off
and running. She hurdled herself as quickly as she could
over the mound of snow that was piled up from the plow and
jumped onto the pavement.
"Wait a minute!" I said, as I stepped next to her and
turned back around to look at the land. "Just give me one
minute." I could feel a "presence" very strongly at that
point, but by the expression on my mom's face I knew she
wouldn't want to stand near the area. The look on her face
was priceless as she shook her head in objection and headed
for her vehicle. "No way, Jennifer. Get me to the van!"
I laughed, and followed her to the van but stopped just
as I opened the door...because I saw someone. At the spot
where the bridge used to be, I saw a woman with blonde
hair, in a dirty white nightgown.
Her arms were
outstretched, and she was sobbing and screaming. She
looked at me from across the road and I heard her ask me to
stay. Then I noticed that the ends of her hair had been
wet and were frozen. I stood still momentarily, while I
listened to her as she began to inform me of what happened.
According to what I saw and felt, this woman was home and
went outside looking for her two children in the middle of
winter. When she found them, they were frozen in the pond,
and she spent the evening trying to get them out--although
they were already dead. I could then see that the little
girl looked like her mother, blonde hair, freckles and blue
eyes, and the little boy had his father's dark hair, but he
too, had freckles.
Now, this information was given to me very quickly, and
when my mother stressed to me that she wanted to leave, I
nodded to the woman in the nightgown and got into the
vehicle. After we began to drive back to the stables, I
told my mother what I was given. Until that night, I
hadn't really heard of one particular "story" of the
hauntings, but many that blended together. My mother then
told me what she knew of the deaths...it follows.
"The father was away somewhere and the mother heard the
dog barking frantically outside, so she went out to see
what was wrong. She found her two kids in the pond, maybe
they had drowned, and she froze to death that night.
Later, when the dad came home and found them all dead, he
stayed outside and froze." That's how she told it to me,
and as she spoke the information that I had been "given"
made more sense.
The woman also spoke to me while my mother and I were
driving, and asked for me to "set the record straight", so
that she could move on. And I'll be honest when I say that
I'm not sure exactly what she meant by that or how she'd
like me to do it. I intend to do some investigating into
the Marine City records, and see how much of the
information that I was given is accurate. I, personally,
would like to see a picture of the family if possible, just
to verify the accuracy for myself. As for my mother, well,
she agreed that she'd like to go back at another time (when
the weather is warmer) and with more people. :-)
Jennifer B.
Contact me here: Prexi@aol.com
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