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The Dark Hooded Figure - "was it something attached to the house? Is it still there?"

In 1999, we moved into a house on Hunt Street in Adrian, Michigan. Almost right away, I started having problems with sleeping. One morning I was in my mom's office at the house and she had a bed in there for guest. I laid down on the bed waiting for the computer to load up. All of the sudden, the door to the office slammed and the power went out! I jumped and almost fell off the bed. I ran to the door and tried opening it, but it wouldn't open. Then I started to panic because I could feel something there, starting at me like it was right behind me and I started to cry. I wasn't home alone but it freighted me and my brother heard me cry and opened the door and stared at me in shock. I told him about it and he told me that it might have just been a dream. I knew it wasn't my brother who slammed the door because when he came to let me out, he came down the stairs. The stairs are loud when you step on them because the house is old. Anyway, I ignored the problem I had in the office.

A few weeks came and went and the night terror got worse. One night my sister had our cousin stay the night with us. We all had fun and then went to bed. I slept in my brother’s room to get a good night’s sleep and my sister and her friend slept in my sister’s room. Around three in the morning we heard a scream. My brother told me to stay in his room and he’d go see what was going on. I kept hearing screams, so I left and went downstairs where everyone was up and my cousin was shaking and crying insanely. Everyone told me that she seen a black ghost that looked like the death reaper (to her anyway) and that it was laughing at her and picked her up in the air. My sister even said she seen it. We chose to put it past us and ignore to and tried to get some sleep. The next morning our cousin had scratch’s on her arms from the attack. My mom just thought she was making it up to scare my brother and me. My cousin left and never would come back to the house again. A week later while I was sleeping, I felt something touch my leg and then it ripped the covers off of me. I shot up and looked around but I didn't see anything. I started to go into panic mode again like I knew something was there and it was extremely bad. I started shaking and crying, asking it to leave me be and to let me sleep. And then I saw it. I don't know what it was but I was so scared I couldn't even cry. It was a dark hooded figure and it was grinning at me. I couldn't see all of his face but it wasn't human and then I started to feel intense pain on both my shoulders like something was digging in on them. Then it picked me up and I remember screaming loudly (or at least I thought) and everything went black. I woke up at some point laying in the dark and feeling blood on me. I tried to pick myself up but I couldn't because of the pain in my shoulders. I cried out for my brother and he came in, turned on the light and saw me on the floor. He picked me up and asked me what had happened.

I couldn’t talk about it. So my brother took me downstairs and found some Christian programming on TV to help me calm down. I’m not much into the “godly” thing, even though I do believe in God, but I was very young at the time and it helped somewhat. We eventually moved but I would still have terrible dreams and would hear the water in the bathroom turn on and off and the lights would flicker. I never like to go places in the dark. I always need a light, even when I sleep. Whatever that was, I feel like it has changed me. Even to this day I don’t tell this story to anyone. This is the first time I have ever talked about it because I feel like I’m provoking it all over again. This is all true - every word and I have scars on top of my shoulders from where it dug into me. I hope who ever moved in after us is safer then we were.

 

 

 

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