Hello and happy Halloween! It’s the last official day of spooky season (although it’s always spooky season in my heart) and a handful of viewers were kind enough to share their ghost stories.
Here is what they shared:
Visit from a great-grandmother
This story comes from an anonymous viewer out of Rochester: In 2019, both of my grandparents had declined in health and came to Metro Detroit from Northern Michigan. Six months later they died five weeks apart. Our family was devastated to lose them both so close together. A year later, I was staying up late working on homework, on a warm summer night around midnight, I was in the family room when all of a sudden I saw a young woman floating across the floor in a white dress. She looked right at me and smiled at me. It was at that time I realized it was my great-grandmother (My great-grandmother was my grandma’s mother). As mentioned above, I have been devastated by my grandparents’ deaths. I felt she had come to check on me and the family because of our losses. Even though I never met my great-grandmother, there are photos of her. Still, to this very day, I feel her presence.
Ghost hunting
This story comes from John Yost out of Pickney: My team Flyer Paranormal hosts public Ghost Hunts at The Orson Starr House in Royal Oak. Just last Saturday, during a public hunt, my head was shoved by something unseen during the Estes Method experiment. It’s a sensory deprivation experiment while listening to a ghost box.
Waiting on a sign
This story comes from Denine Chamberlin out of Rives Junction: After my father-in-law passed away, he came back to our home to check on the grandbabies. I saw him in the hallway looking in on them. The next day I told my mother-in-law about it and my oldest daughter, who was 4 at the time said, “I saw Grandpa too, in the hallway looking at me.” It was a great feeling to know he was with us and it gave my mother-in-law peace. She had been waiting on a sign from him that he was OK.
‘Dada!’
This story comes from Jenna Bernardi out of Canton: My husband passed away suddenly from a heart attack when I was six months pregnant with our second daughter, so she never got to meet him. One night, when she was 1 year old, she started crying so I brought her into bed with me. It was pitch dark and the middle of the night, and I was just laying there trying to get her to go back to sleep. All of a sudden she started doing this thing where she would shake her head, and then pause and watch you shake your head back at her and laugh, and then repeat it. This went on for about 30 seconds to a minute, except I wasn’t shaking my head back at her. Then she pointed to the corner of the pitch dark room and said “Dada!”
Heavenly happy
This story comes from an anonymous viewer out of Washington: Our brother-in-law’s son was recently married at the Holly Belle wedding venue in Holly, Michigan. Our brother-in-law passed away over a year ago but always wanted his son to get married to his longtime beautiful girlfriend.
Well, in September it finally happened! A beautiful venue graced with the presence of an even more lovely bride and groom! Our brother-in-law was a huge model train enthusiast and loved anything train. As each said their separate vows to each other, a passing train whistle blew three times during each one taking their vows! We asked the son if they planned that train whistle and he had no idea what we were talking about as a chill ran down everyone at the table’s spine.
My husband has an office in Holly that he works staggered days, mornings, and afternoons and that same train runs past his office and he has never heard that train whistle in over 20 years! Guess Dad was heavenly happy!
‘She has no legs!’
This story comes from Brittany Kyewski out of Detroit: When I was about 8 years old, my sister, cousin, and myself were riding our bikes in our subdivision out in Sterling Heights. We came across a cemetery (Saint Paul Cemetery). We got off our bikes to be respectful of the headstones. We saw a little girl, white dress, holding a stuffed animal. She spoke, “I’m looking for my mom, can you help me find her?” And the little girl, crying by this time, we said we would help. Then, me being the oldest, noticed she had no feet. My eyes wandered up, “No legs,” I screamed, “She has no legs!” We got back on our bikes and rode away terrified.
She was still there with us
This story comes from L. Koz out of Clinton Township: After my mother’s passing in 2022, my father needed to pick up a few items and then head over to the funeral home to make arrangements. As he started up his car to leave, he noticed that the phone connected automatically to Bluetooth. It greeted him with my mother’s name on the screen. The strange thing is, he didn’t have her phone, he had his own phone. That same morning, my son stayed at her Shelby Township home while we made arrangements at the funeral home. As he sat on the couch, he looked over to her chair and saw her sitting there and watching TV with him. After a minute or so, she vanished. I truly believe she wanted to let us all know she was still there with us.
Bump in the night (and day!)
This story comes from Sandra Place out of Jackson: We moved into a house that had not been inhabited for over six years. Its history was that of a renovated, very old private poor house. After moving in, things began going bump in the night, day, and anytime! A couple of examples of the ghosts who cohabitated our home: the stacked pans being thrown out of the cupboard to the floor; hearing the sounds of the books on the shelves in the living room fly off the shelves and hit the floor. Only they hadn’t. Other evidence includes the strong scent of gardenia and footsteps overhead on the second floor. Only one visible ghost has been seen, a man dressed in 30s-style clothing at the end of the living room. So yes, we are sharing our home with ghosts. We have made peace with them, and are comfortable with their presence.