As I was little, we still lived in this house in Belleville, Michigan. It was a very large neighborhood.
The things that happened in that house are things I think I may have to carry with me throughout my lifetime.
While my mother was downstairs, she was getting some laundry out of the dryer. As she went to pull the basket over to get the laundry, it was on the other side of the room. This pretty much happened continually, until she got really scared and decided to just forget about the laundry.
As she walked upstairs, there are double doors made out of wood. As she walked past them, they began to rattle and shake. Of course, my mother froze for a quick second; and as she stood there, the shaking of the doors grew to a pulling. All I know is that she came upstairs freaked out and crying. She still tells me and my friends the frightening tale - and every time she does, I think of that evil and eerie house.
But that was not the only thing that had happened. Soon enough, my mom gathered all the facts to try and see just what could have been wrong with this evil house. Well sure enough she found out that the man who had lived there before us had murdered his wife and put her under our front porch. Those wooden doors that were shaking were from the cellar; that's where they lead to. I guess the wife wanted out and decided to have some fun with my mom.
Of course, I'd had my share of scares there, too. I would look out from the shower curtain and see a short male standing in front of the sink. Then he'd turn to look at me and vanish. I wouldn't get that scared because I had a wild imagination; but now that I think about it, it's pretty scary.