|I use to live in a house in Livonia, Michigan. My family and I swear it is haunted. We have all
experienced something except my father. I'll tell one story (even though I have plenty more).
One cloudy day, my mother and I were home alone. My mother was upstairs and I was
downstairs watching TV, when I decided to go up to my room. I turned the corner and froze.
Sitting in the living room, was this little girl. I walked upstairs to my mom and asked, "Mom,
who is that little girl downstairs?" So, my mom freaks out, and we go downstairs to look; and
there was no one there - all the windows and doors were locked.
Most people say that it was just my mind playing with me; but, if so, why do I remember so
many details about the girl. Hmm...